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The Sleepy Eye Herald Dispatch - Sleepy Eye, MN
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  • Our cat Roo is the mayor of Rooville, our home.
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  • Our cat Roo is the mayor of Rooville, our home.
     
    I'm his mama and Hubby is his papa. In fact, all I have to do is say "come to mama" and he starts purring, wraps his paws around my neck, and sticks his little face into my chin and runs his sweet wet nose along my jawline. I have coined this "kitty kisses from Roo." We love him. We love him. We. Love. Him.
     
    Little Roo showed up at our door shortly after we moved into our new home. He meowed at the door until we let him in and then he purred and weaved between our legs until we just had to pick him up and give him some attention. And what happened, then? Well, in Rooville they say–our small hearts grew three sizes that day and Roo became the newest member of our family.
     
    He quickly moved through the ranks and has now become CEO of our household.
     
    Everyone we know who owns a pet enjoys pet ownership a lot. Call me a Grinch, but I hated the thought - the whole pet ownership thing. Now, please don't ask why; I don't quite know the reason. It could be, perhaps, that my purse strings were too tight. Or it could be that my head wasn't screwed on just right. But I think that the most likely reason of all... may have been that my heart was two sizes too small (for a pet, I mean. That, and the fact that I didn't want to deal with pet hair, vet visits and training the pet to be a model citizen of our household).
     
    Truthfully, I just didn't feel comfortable making that 10-15 year commitment to own a pet.
     
    However, Roo really was the one who made that decision for us. And from that point on Hubby and Roo curl up together in Hubby's favorite chair looking very content and smug.
     
    A week after inducting Roo as a new family member he began coughing and hacking. He snored when he slept and wheezed when he was awake.
     
    We puzzled and puzzled till our puzzler's were sore. Then we thought of something we hadn't before. Roo wasn't lethargic because he thought we were a bore, he must be sick and sore!
     
    We took him to the vet and found out that Roo has a chronic sinus issue. He was given two medications and vitamin supplements to help him regain his strength. And then – the true meaning of pet ownership came through, and Roo found the strength of 10 Roos, plus two!
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    As the days turned into weeks Roo became vocal, but this sound wasn't sad. Why this sound sounded glad. Roo, the Mayor of Rooville, was singing, without any reason at all! We hadn't stopped pet ownership from coming, it came! Somehow or other it came just the same.
     
    How could it be so? Pet ownership came without ribbons, it came without tags. It did come, however with litter boxes and bags (of cat food).
     
    Welcome, pet ownership, bring your cheer. Cheer to all those who visit Rooville far and near. Pet ownership is in our grasp, so long as we have hands to clasp. The Mayor of Rooville will always be just as long as we have we. We welcomed Roo, heart to heart, and hand in hand.
     
    But that's not the end of the story as it goes. What truely happened was that we didn't save Roo, he saved us. He showed us how empty our lives and hearts had been without a snuggly pet to love, to run our house and order us around. In reality, we have become "property of Roo."
     
    Maybe pet ownership, we thought... doesn't come from a store. Maybe pet ownership, perhaps... means a little bit more!

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