Wishing you a Merry Holiday 2012
Less us not forget the Cat, one of the most unique of God’s Creatures.
Please consider adopting a cat, more that 90% adult cats are euthanized in San Bernardino County shelters. Adult cats are the most loyal and appreciative of being rescued because the noise of clanging cage doors is so beyond ear-splitting it is equivalent to torture. We have several adult cats rescued at our facility and we would love to have you adopt one but we will applaud you for saving one from any shelter. This Holiday add Merriment to your home by adopting/rescuing an Adult Cat. Cheers, from all the volunteers at Sounds of Silent Spirits.
Did you KNOW:
A cat’s brain is biologically more similar to a human brain than it is to a dog’s. Both humans and cats have identical regions in their brains that are responsible for emotions.
A cat’s hearing is better than a dog’s. And a cat can hear high-frequency sounds up to two octaves higher than a human.
A cat can jump up to five times its own height in a single bound.
A cat’s eyesight is both better and worse than humans. It is better because cats can see in much dimmer light and they have a wider peripheral view. It’s worse because they don’t see color as well as humans do. Scientists believe grass appears red to cats.
This Holiday Adopt your new Pet
By Sandi Thompson ~
My family brought me home
cradled in their arms.
They cuddled me and smiled at me,
and said I was full of charm.
They played with me and laughed with me,
they showered me with toys.
I sure do love my family
especially the girls and boys.
The children loved to feed me,
they gave me special treats.
They even let me sleep with them
all snuggled in the sheets.
I used to go for walks,
often several times a day.
They even fought to hold my leash,
I’m very proud to say.
These are things I’ll never forget
a cherished memory.
I now live in a shelter
without my family.
They used to laugh and praise me
when I played with that old shoe.
But I didn’t know the difference
between the old ones and the new.
The kids and I would grab a rag
for hours we would tug.
So I thought I did the right thing
when I chewed the bathroom rug.
They said that I was out of control,
and would have to live outside.
This I did not understand
although I tried and tried.
The walks stopped, one by one;
they said they hadn’t time.
I wish that I could change things,
I wish I knew my crime.
My life became so lonely,
in the back yard on a chain.
I barked and barked all day long
to keep from going insane.
So they brought me to the shelter
but were embarrassed to say why.
They said I caused an allergy,
and then, kissed me goodbye.
If I’d only had some classes,
as a little pup
I wouldn’t have been so hard to handle
when I was all grown up.
“You only have one day left,”
I heard the worker say.
Does this mean a second chance?
Do I go home today?