The adventures of Riggs the Hospital Cat.
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My wife, who works at South Miami Hospital, was walking to the parking lot one evening when she hears a pitiful “myawp” coming from under the bushes. She kneels down and sees a scrawny little kitten. “Where’s your mommy?” “Myaaawwwp”, comes the reply. “Well, we can’t leave you here all by yourself, can we?” “Myaa myaawwpp”!
Thus begins the adventure of Riggs, the Hospital Cat.
After spending a few days in a cardboard box in the office, clean and scrubbed of fleas, one of the social workers adopted Riggs and took her home.
One thing led to another and her new mommy and family moved Riggs to Chicago with them.
Another thing led to another and Rigg’s mommy got pregnant and had a little baby girl. Unfortunately, the baby turned out to be allergic to cats, so Riggs was sequestered (that’s a nice word for jailed) in the laundry room.
Comes the phone call and my wife agrees that Riggs should move back to Miami and live with us and Betty Boop. (It’s like that oriental belief that if you save someone’s life, you’re responsible for them. And karma. And also because my wife’s a softie.)
Another thing leads to another and one night I’m down at the cargo section of Miami International picking up a very drugged Riggs in a carrier box.
Betty Boop, our five-year-old long-haired tabby cat who I rescued from my office, greets this new thing in her life with great suspicion. Well, let’s call it what it is—pure dislike. Frankly, I’ve never heard such language. And hissing, and scratching, and cornering a cowering Riggs under the smallest of spaces under the table and behind the couch. Where she’d stay for days. Sweet, mild-mannered Betty Boop turned into a raging harpy.
We hoped that this was a stage and that the cats would manage to make peace and share an otherwise spoiled and idyllic life on our back porch overlooking the pool. Nope. The Palestinians and Israelis will be warming each other’s hearths first.
So, here’s a picture of a five-year-old tabby with a very sweet disposition (when not around Betty Boop) who needs a home. She can’t stay in the garage and she can’t be an outside cat because her previous owners declawed her. She’s got all her shots and even gets along with dogs (at least our lab, Lorna Doone.)
If you or someone you know is looking for pet company, my contact info is below.
Or if you’d like to know anything about homes in easy-living South Miami/High Pines or Coral Gables give me a call at 305-401-8058 or bishopric.r@ewm.com.
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