Fred had a nice Christmas. His picture was on the holiday card. He is very photogenic. He had his own stocking crammed with toys. Small items that roll and have bells.
But every day is now a holiday for Fred. His background is sketchy. He showed up in this column’s backyard. There is always food for ferals and Fred chowed down. He moved into the lower shelf of the potting bench and stretched out on the moss needed for certain plant arrangements.
After taking Fred for shots, it was discovered that he had already been fixed. So he either somehow become lost or an owner just dumped him.
Odds on the second scenario because Fred is smart. Follow a GPS smart or at least find his way back home.
He is not the prettiest cat. Most of Fred’s fur is white with grey splotches randomly appearing. One ear is nipped. Probably from a catfight.
Fred never gave up hope that someone would take him and he would have unlimited food served every day in warmth and with love.
He tried to muscle into this house, but the feline residents here would not allow it.
When Fred went for his shots and check-up, before he was adopted, he cozied up to the vet, needles notwithstanding, hoping to go home with him.
A young woman, coming from a childhood of dogs as pets, fell in love and claimed Fred.
His age is uncertain. He does sleep a lot, as do all cats.
He is friendly to all who visit and plops down next to assorted guests; unafraid and buoyed by the confidence that everyone wants him nearby.
At first he was barred from the bedroom because his antics interrupted sleep. But he kept pushing the door until the question was moot. He sleeps wherever he wants.
Fred is one of the lucky ones, rescued from a sea of animals now freezing on a Baltimore street, or throughout our country.
Animals feel pain and love, as well as loss and loneliness.
What is an act of faith and a good deed combined? Go to a shelter and find a pet that is only missing a home.
May Fred’s story be every animals’ happy ending
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