We are cat people. I'm sure most of you who know me are aware of that, I'm also slightly allergic I honestly cant remember a morning I woke up without an itchy throat and plugged sinuses, totes worth it though.
My job takes me EVERYWHERE, I shoot real estate all over upper Utah. From Salt Lake to Santaquin Utah even further like Scofield etc. Last week I was scheduled to be in Saratoga Springs (30 min drive from Provo) but there was a mix up on my calendar and I was supposed to be in Santaquin (25 min drive from Provo) So it took me close to an hour just to get down there to shoot a home. It was cold, windy and a storm was coming so I wanted to get in and get out. As I was leaving the home the light was super pretty because it was later in the evening, so I started driving around looking for things to shoot.
I wanted to find something more interesting so I drove south, I never really been around this area so I tend to go by feeling. Here's where things start to get weird, I had a strong feeling I should keep driving around and while I do I find an old car. I usually don't shoot things like that because though they look cool, the location didn't do much for it and that pretty light was fading as the storm rolled in. I pulled up next to the car debating on getting out, when I saw what I thought was a human head and I started to freak out. I was like "GREAT. I found a dead body." But it started to move around and that's when I realized it was a small animal. I got out of the car and was a little cautious because it could be a skunk or something. When I realized it was a kitten I was immediately in rescue mode. Pictures were the last thing on my mind (which is rare) and I just needed to get to him. He was meowing balled up on the top of the seat looking absolutely terrified. I tried to get him but of course he jumped down and hid underneath the seat, and then just cried at me from there. I felt pretty hopeless at this point because the doors wouldn't open, I called Andrew and was really upset. In between sobs I explained the situation and of course he's wanting me to get the tire iron from the trunk and pry open the doors. I didn't want to get in trouble, but I had a thought to go down to the gas station and get some cat food. They actually carried some of the stinkiest chicken liver medley, which is exactly what I needed. When I got back to the car I was worried he'd escaped, but when I opened that can of food he crawled out and was VERY interested. He still wouldn't come near me so I started flinging the food around the car, once he realized what it was it wasn't long before I was able to grab him.
Once I grabbed him I immediately put him down my shirt for warmth, he wasn't scared just really wanting the can of food! These were taken with my cell phone the day of. We made the drive home with the heater on full blast, andrew was home making up the bathroom for him.
The experience was really emotional for me, I honestly don't understand how people can dump their animals. They cannot take care of themselves, domestic cats wont hunt unless they've learned. Just take them to the humane society or even the pound, kittens and puppy's get adopted really quick so you'll at least give them a chance.
Andrew and I were not ready for another cat. I honestly thought about our neighbors because they just lost a kitty a couple weeks ago, a car hit her and they were pretty devastated. I was planning on asking them if they wanted to take him in, but we realized he was traumatized and needed some stability before we did that.
Then Andrew named him "Moses"
I hated the name so we changed it to Loki, and then we got really attached and he LOVES Andrew.
Loki came to us in a time of great emotional turmoil for me, I was at the end of a particularly hard depression cycle and we were still waiting on Andrew finding a job (he finally got hired in Orem Post Office this week!) I didn't know if we would even be able to keep the cats we had. He brought a lot of joy to me during those first few days, but I still worried about it. Now that Andrew has a job, we're making room. The other cats are tolerating him, Emerson is a bit more patient than the girls. Though, he gets exasperated easily, Loki just adores Em and follows him everywhere, much to Emerson's distaste.
Loki loves to snuggle, and groom. He immediately took to the litterbox, no prob he was a pro. He has more toys he could ever play with and a lot of love here. He truly has brought more happiness into our little home. If I happen to find another kitten....we're definitely rehoming it. NO. MORE. CATS.
Unless we get a big house.....