It's Better Than the Sewer

by Sue

You may not know this, but I actually grew up in a sewer.  Yeah, it was a rough life.  When it rained, all the rain poured down on my little gray kitten head.  The sewer is a really bad place to get shelter from the rain, cause it's where all the rain goes.

 

Life is tough in the sewer.  There's nothing soft to lay on, just concrete.  And there are bugs and spiders and worms in the sewer.  They aren't very friendly.  And there's not much to eat in the sewer, just the bugs and spiders and worms.  My belly would have been empty all the time, except for the worms that were living there, too.

 

Then a nice lady named Aimee saved me from the sewer.  I couldn't stay with her, because she already had enough cats to fill up a sewer, if she wanted to do that with them, which she didn't.  So she gave me to her friend Christina who owns Mom and Pup's.

 

The vet said I was a girl, so they named me Susie from the Sewer.  Now, I didn't like being reminded of the sewer all the time, but being reminded of the sewer is better than living in the sewer.  Then they figured out I was a boy.  But they still call me Sue after the Johnny Cash song "A Boy Named Sue."

 

It was hard adjusting to life outside the sewer.  Things were so bright and dry.  There was already another cat in the house, Shadow.  He keeps to himself mostly.  His mom died the day he was born, and he got raised with a bottle, so I understand why he keeps to himself.  Living with a cat who ignores me is a lot better than living in the sewer.

 

There was a dog in the house, too, named Violet.  Violet is really crazy about chasing balls.  She kept trying to get me to throw the ball for her.  But I didn't because I don't have thumbs.  I also am not very interested in throwing the ball.  Violet sometimes licks me a lot.  Her tongue is not good for licking.  It's too wet and not rough enough to comb your fur.  I actually have to fix my fur with my own tongue later.  I do it when she isn't watching so she doesn’t feel bad.  Getting licked by a dog is better than living in the sewer.

 

Now there's a new dog in the house.  Tiger Lily.  She was a rescue dog from AARF.  They found her as a little puppy with two broken legs.  I don't know what life is like when you're a homeless puppy with two broken legs.  It's probably a lot like living in the sewer.  Well, Tiger Lily likes to run around a lot and is really hyper.  She sometimes wants to play with me like I'm a dog, which I'm not.  But I still like to cuddle with Tiger Lily and let her lick me.  She may be a big, clumsy dog who uses her mouth too much, but living with her is better than living in the sewer.

 

I hope Christina doesn't bring any more cats or dogs home because it's getting crowded.  I mean, I'm not complaining--it's still better than the sewer.  But please, no more pets. 

 

Anyway, when life gets tough, I just tell myself, "It's still better than the sewer."  And that's how I keep up my good attitude and stay friendly to everybody, and I purr all the time.  Cause I know I'm not in the sewer any more.

 

If you have any room in your home, please take in a rescue dog or cat from AARF.  There are lots of dogs and cats who need a home.  Probably some of them lived in a sewer at some time in their lives.  Even if you just have a small place, that's still better than living in the sewer.

 

If you aren't living in the sewer, count your blessings.  Because you could be.  You could be living in the sewer.  And believe me, that's not very nice at all.  Just about anything is better than living in the sewer.