It seems like everywhere I go, cats find me.
Last year in Charleston, South Carolina, we visited Magnolia Plantation and Gardens. As we entered the gift shop on the lower floor of the main house, I noticed several bowls sitting on the porch. A few minutes later a cat scampered past. On our walk along the trails looking at the beautiful flowers and shrubs of the gardens (some parts are over 325 years old), we encountered a friendly Siamese kitty who had to come up for a visit. Later, one of the guides told us that all of the cats are fixed and the caretakers of the property also look after the kitties. Talk about a super place to live. Although, I would worry about alligators and snakes in the Ashley River.
Then on our trip this past September, we found a lucky black cat on one of our adventures along the cobbled streets of Saint Paul de Vence, France. The little cat was hiding in the shrubbery of one of the houses built behind the stone walls of the village. The charming village, which perches on a hill, has rambling walkways that provide spectacular views at every turn. Our black cat friend had an unrivaled panorama of sky and valley spread below her as she scrambled up the wall. I held my breath, however, while she rolled atop the stones, fearful she would fall over the edge. Residents stopped to check on the cat, assuring us that everyone in the area looked after the kitty.
Cats not only find me in out of the way places, but in familiar locations, as well.
At home, in Plain City, cats appear at the oddest places.
There always seem to be cats relaxing around Saint Joseph’s Catholic Church in Plain City. In fact, one of the kitties we found a home for early on in our rescue adventures, was hanging around the church. She was a black cat with a crooked tail and an angel looking after her. One night, when I was sitting quietly in church praying, she ran in the door as someone else came in. Letting out a big meow, she made sure I was aware of her presence. That seemed to be my sign that she needed the help of Black and Orange Cat Foundation and within the week I took her to the vet and found her a home. Her new mom named her Hallelujah (Halle for short) due to her religious start in life.
Maybe it’s not that cats find me, but that I notice them because they are dear to me. In any case, wherever I go, my feline friends appear.