Cat reunites with nursing home elderly
This story was first published in the Cardston Temple City Star on 30th November, 2017
Cleo, the cat, certainly proved that he was not your average adoptee, and that he loved his owner, Nancy Cowen, more than anything else in his life.
Nancy and Cleo were the best of friends for eight years, but Nancy’s health started failing, so she was forced to move into the Bramley House nursing home in Westcott, Dorking, in the UK. Unfortunately, the nursing home—at the time! —had a no pet rule, so Cleo was reluctantly adopted out to the neighbors. But Cleo had other plans. He missed Nancy, and he was going to have no part of that separation! Two weeks after Nancy moved, that furry fella showed up on the Bramley House doorstep. At first, no one payed attention to the cat. Thinking it was just another stray, they just fed it while it spent its nights under the benches placed around the home for its residents to enjoy.
Then, Nancy’s sister came by to visit and spotted Cleo. Long story short, arrangements were made with the nursing home to allow Nancy and Cleo to be happily united again.
The puzzling question is, how did Cleo know where Nancy had moved to? Do the bonds of love extend beyond material boundaries?
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About Albert Schindler
I was born on the 27th of February, 1931, on a farm near Hubbard, Saskatchewan. As far back as I can remember I had a spirit that would not stay earthbound. In junior high, I remember taking first place for a short story in which I described my terrifying encounter with a dinosaur. In outer space – that is, when the teacher wasn’t directly speaking to me, I went where Buck Rogers wouldn’t dare go. I was more of a Calvin in Calvin and Hobbes type of guy, with my own, personal, very powerful, transmogrifyer always at the ready.
In my ‘teens and twenties, I pushed aside my Calvin alter ego in favour of making a living and didn’t take seriously again my ‘writer’s bug’ until my late 30s. I still saw that the world as full of exciting things to learn and investigate, which my writing reflected in the several articles and a couple of short fiction pieces that I wrote and sold, including over 30 children’s radio plays for Alberta’s ACCESS Radio. Unfortunately, I abandoned my budding writing career in favour of starting my own business as a sign painter.
Now that I can officially call myself ‘retired,’ I plan to resume my writing career, only this time, writing mostly fiction. Why fiction? I have lead a great, adventurous life in which I made many mistakes (the ‘adventure’ in life), that have taught me some very important lessons and allowed my spirit to grow to unimaginable proportions, inconceivable to me while still in my thirties.
In fiction, I believe, one can adventure into both the inner and outer consciousness of man and the universe to infinite levels where only the boldest dare peak. Convention holds that article writing has to be factual – oh, you can be creative in how you present your information, but ‘fact’ (whatever that means) still must have its parameters in article writing, whereas fiction is limited only by the size of a writer’s spirit, and so far, I haven’t been able to fathom my limit.
