Everything happens for a reason. A few weeks ago, some sadistic moron dropped a cat on our road, and she found her way into our yard. Now, if you know me, you’ll know I love all animals. We have 8 dogs (German Shepherds, Boston Terriers, and a Yorkie) and 2 parrots. Not exactly a household screaming, “Hey, let’s add a cat to the family!”
But look at this little face.
We noticed her in the yard one afternoon, wondering why she’d come into an area that so many dogs have marked as dog territory. The next day she was still here, and made herself comfortable outside, in my daughters’ window. What could I do? One pet, and she wouldn’t quit lovin’ on us. But there was something odd about her meows, different from most cats, and she didn’t respond to noises normally. It was apparent that she’s hearing impaired, not deaf, but hard of hearing. She also aims herself at the door when people enter or exit, so it’s obvious she has been someone’s house cat.
I sent my husband to every house on our road to see if anybody belonged to the cat. We live out in the country so it didn’t take him long to come back with all ‘no’s. Sadly, some idiots think it’s perfectly okay to drop pets when they get tired of them. 
That night it stormed. I mean tornado-and-flood-warning storming. It was midnight. I turned on the porch light, worried sick about the stray. There she was. She saw us peeping, then hopped into the bay window, parading up and down, back and forth, rubbing against the glass. She was on the outside, watching warm dry us on the inside.
That was it. We had a new cat. It was midnight, and I made damn scrambled eggs for a cat, and fed her on the front porch. We had a small pet carrier we put out there, with the door open and some towel bedding, which she happily slept in. We took her to the vet to check her out and get shots. Turns out she’s about five years old and otherwise perfectly healthy, plus the vet found a spay scar. She didn’t mind riding in the carrier at all. She’s so laid back and sweet.
What kind of asshole abandons a 5-year-old hearing impaired cat, one who is loving and affectionate? There’s a special place in hell for whoever did it, but thankfully she wandered into the right place.
We named her Katniss, which I think is fitting. She has her claws so she’ll be our outside cat, but she’s already spending some time inside. And we bought a litter box so she can come in when it storms, or when we’re training the dogs outside . . . or when we feel like having a cat keep us company. So yes, she already has inside privileges. 
We love Katniss. I didn’t need a cat, but she needed a home, and I’m happy to have her.
Maybe she’ll inspire me to write a kitty story.
Everything happens for a reason.
