Many years ago I worked downtown in a large city.
I worked in the city hall, and we had elevator men who ran the elevators.
Mind you this was in the late 1970s not the 1800s like I'm sure some young people would think.
In march of 1978 I lost my beloved cat to cancer she was only 9 years old.
I have always had cats and dogs my whole life and love them very much.
I was also going through a divorce.
I was 25 years old and thought my life as I knew it was over.
My parents wanted to go right out and get my a cat, I begged them not too.
I just didn't think I was ready yet.
One Friday in May one of the elevator operators who was a friend of mine came to my office and asked for my help, which naturally I said yes.
He came back to my office a short time later carrying the poorest excuse for a cat I ever saw.
He asked if we could keep him in the office for awhile so he could try and find a home for " IT" .
I reluctantly said yes.
We had a coat room off the main office with some chairs and a door so we could put "IT" in there and "IT' would be safe.
Being a government building for the city it naturally had a lot of people who worked in it, many who were my friends and when they heard about "IT", everyone came to my office oohing & aahing over the "cute" red cat.
It was the Friday of memorial day weekend, if my friend Jim the elevator operator couldn't find "you know who" a home many of my friends wanted to take "IT" home.
People were bringing in all kind of food, they even bought a fish fry from the cafeteria so the cat would not be hungry.
Being a typical stray cat all the food was eaten and this crazy cat didn't even have a burp.
I was closing up the office for the long weekend, and totally forgot about the cat in the coat room.
I just assumed with half the building going in and out of there all day some one surly took "IT" home.
Imagine my great surprise when I go to turn off the lights in the coat room I heard a sound like snoring, and looked around and sure enough on one of the chairs snoring away with very bad fish breath was "IT".
Everyone I knew was already gone for the weekend, even Jim the elevator operator.
So of course I picked up old bad breath in my arms and off we went to my house.
I had a old Cadillac at the time with a huge back seat and back window well that my traveling companion thought was just super and jumped up in the back window and went back to snoring.
I suggested that a little bathing of the red matted hair body would seem like a good idea, but was ignored.
I stopped at my parents house on the way home thinking they have 4 cats they rescued and were certainly no cat show beauties, so maybe they would like to baby sit one more till I could contact all the people who couldn't wait to give "IT" a home.
Well would you believe that my parents and their motley crew of animals did not want to baby sit "IT".
Fine I said well just go on home and leave you and your prissy little group.
So home we went to a now empty house I owned with no more husband or my beloved cat bubbles.
Needless to say everyone I called had some excuse why they couldn't take the cat.
So "IT"and I spent the long weekend together not being thrilled at all with each others company.
When Tuesday rolled around I could see the handwriting on the wall "IT" was mine and I was his.
I have so many stories about my life with "IT" who became George the meanest and ugliest and not so clean red cat who brought me more laughs and love and also a new husband and family.
George lasted 20 wonderful years and we have moved on to other cats that we love very much, but still after 15yrs when the family gets together the topic of George still comes up and makes us all laugh and cry because he was one of a kind.
One more thing I would ask of all cat lovers always neuter your cats and please keep them indoors where they do thrive and belong.
Ask George he stayed indoors for 18 years and ruled the house.
I worked in the city hall, and we had elevator men who ran the elevators.
Mind you this was in the late 1970s not the 1800s like I'm sure some young people would think.
In march of 1978 I lost my beloved cat to cancer she was only 9 years old.
I have always had cats and dogs my whole life and love them very much.
I was also going through a divorce.
I was 25 years old and thought my life as I knew it was over.
My parents wanted to go right out and get my a cat, I begged them not too.
I just didn't think I was ready yet.
One Friday in May one of the elevator operators who was a friend of mine came to my office and asked for my help, which naturally I said yes.
He came back to my office a short time later carrying the poorest excuse for a cat I ever saw.
He asked if we could keep him in the office for awhile so he could try and find a home for " IT" .
I reluctantly said yes.
We had a coat room off the main office with some chairs and a door so we could put "IT" in there and "IT' would be safe.
Being a government building for the city it naturally had a lot of people who worked in it, many who were my friends and when they heard about "IT", everyone came to my office oohing & aahing over the "cute" red cat.
It was the Friday of memorial day weekend, if my friend Jim the elevator operator couldn't find "you know who" a home many of my friends wanted to take "IT" home.
People were bringing in all kind of food, they even bought a fish fry from the cafeteria so the cat would not be hungry.
Being a typical stray cat all the food was eaten and this crazy cat didn't even have a burp.
I was closing up the office for the long weekend, and totally forgot about the cat in the coat room.
I just assumed with half the building going in and out of there all day some one surly took "IT" home.
Imagine my great surprise when I go to turn off the lights in the coat room I heard a sound like snoring, and looked around and sure enough on one of the chairs snoring away with very bad fish breath was "IT".
Everyone I knew was already gone for the weekend, even Jim the elevator operator.
So of course I picked up old bad breath in my arms and off we went to my house.
I had a old Cadillac at the time with a huge back seat and back window well that my traveling companion thought was just super and jumped up in the back window and went back to snoring.
I suggested that a little bathing of the red matted hair body would seem like a good idea, but was ignored.
I stopped at my parents house on the way home thinking they have 4 cats they rescued and were certainly no cat show beauties, so maybe they would like to baby sit one more till I could contact all the people who couldn't wait to give "IT" a home.
Well would you believe that my parents and their motley crew of animals did not want to baby sit "IT".
Fine I said well just go on home and leave you and your prissy little group.
So home we went to a now empty house I owned with no more husband or my beloved cat bubbles.
Needless to say everyone I called had some excuse why they couldn't take the cat.
So "IT"and I spent the long weekend together not being thrilled at all with each others company.
When Tuesday rolled around I could see the handwriting on the wall "IT" was mine and I was his.
I have so many stories about my life with "IT" who became George the meanest and ugliest and not so clean red cat who brought me more laughs and love and also a new husband and family.
George lasted 20 wonderful years and we have moved on to other cats that we love very much, but still after 15yrs when the family gets together the topic of George still comes up and makes us all laugh and cry because he was one of a kind.
One more thing I would ask of all cat lovers always neuter your cats and please keep them indoors where they do thrive and belong.
Ask George he stayed indoors for 18 years and ruled the house.
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