The Boy who started it all
29 November 2025
There's one cat responsible for all of those who have followed, a Tabby boy named George.
I met George approximately 8 years ago. He was a large, loud stray in a controlled colony that I started feeding. Every Tuesday he heard the car approaching and came running, meowing the whole way.
He'd let you pat him, but I'd been told that a previous feeder had tried to take him home and he'd hated it. Never again, they said.
But I made him a secret promise.
"If the world ever ends, I'm coming to save you."
And in 2020, when the world shut down, I went and saved my boy.
George came home to a house where we had two adult cats and a new kitten who had been home for a week. We had no idea what we were doing.
He moved from a crate, to his own room, and then, all of a sudden he was sleeping on our bed and sharing space with the dogs.
George was home.
He was already an old man when he came home to us and he'd been on the streets his whole life. We loved him good and hard, but the damage was done.
George welcomed so many cats into our home. He'd lay by the crates of wildies we were taming like a self appointed welcoming committee.
He was truly one of a kind.
George was diabetic and we gave him insulin twice a day, we discovered a heart condition and slowly but surely his body gave up.
But we got his golden years, and he changed me. I miss him all the time.
