The Wonder of Water
Written by Helen Morrison, President, Board of Directors
I have always found water absolutely fascinating.
I love the feel of water, the smell of it, the sight of it, the sound of it. It is so unusual and unique. It seems to embody purity.
I love it in all its forms…the delicate frost filigrees on a window in winter, the wisps of mist shape-shifting as they move down Joes Pond in the early morning, the turbulent bubbling of a stream over mossy rocks. I love the dune-ing and drifting of snow across a farm field, the mirroring of tree-covered hills in the still water of Martin’s Pond.
The Miracle of Water.
So, when we received a new kitty who was wrapped in the idea of water, I felt a special affinity.
His name was Magog.
I love the feel of water, the smell of it, the sight of it, the sound of it. It is so unusual and unique. It seems to embody purity.
I love it in all its forms…the delicate frost filigrees on a window in winter, the wisps of mist shape-shifting as they move down Joes Pond in the early morning, the turbulent bubbling of a stream over mossy rocks. I love the dune-ing and drifting of snow across a farm field, the mirroring of tree-covered hills in the still water of Martin’s Pond.
The Miracle of Water.
So, when we received a new kitty who was wrapped in the idea of water, I felt a special affinity.
His name was Magog.
Magog, in Abenaki, means water. At our Northern border is Lake Memphremagog. Nearby is the Canadian town of Magog. Lake Memphremagog caresses the city of Newport, Vermont.
In the city of Newport, along a busy road, is a home of some very caring folks, who took into their hearts a lonely and lovely tabby feline boy. They reached out to us about taking this lovely boy, since they were unable to keep him. Debbie and Gary raced on up to Newport and gathered this boy up. They decided to name him Magog, in honor of where he was found, and in honor of water.
Two days after coming to our Shelter, having just been neutered, tested, vaccinated, Magog slipped out of an insecure door. We were frantic. It was a period of extreme cold, temperatures well below zero for days. Snow kept falling. We set traps around the shelter. We checked in with Animal Communicators who assured us he was alive, safe enough though cold, living among trash bags.
We panned out into the neighborhood, set more traps, walked the streets handing out posters with Magog’s photo on it, stopped to chat with people in their homes. We posted on FB. Time was ticking away. One week, two weeks, almost three weeks. And then, incredibly, a woman contacted us with a photo of a cat in her shed, sitting on trash bags. She believed it was the cat we were looking for. Her friend had seen Magog’s poster photo and believed it was him. Nancy P and Debbie raced over, set a trap…and within half an hour, Magog was in the trap. He must have decided that he had had enough of the cold and snow outside, and would very much like to come back to the warmth and care of the Shelter, thank you very much!!
In the city of Newport, along a busy road, is a home of some very caring folks, who took into their hearts a lonely and lovely tabby feline boy. They reached out to us about taking this lovely boy, since they were unable to keep him. Debbie and Gary raced on up to Newport and gathered this boy up. They decided to name him Magog, in honor of where he was found, and in honor of water.
Two days after coming to our Shelter, having just been neutered, tested, vaccinated, Magog slipped out of an insecure door. We were frantic. It was a period of extreme cold, temperatures well below zero for days. Snow kept falling. We set traps around the shelter. We checked in with Animal Communicators who assured us he was alive, safe enough though cold, living among trash bags.
We panned out into the neighborhood, set more traps, walked the streets handing out posters with Magog’s photo on it, stopped to chat with people in their homes. We posted on FB. Time was ticking away. One week, two weeks, almost three weeks. And then, incredibly, a woman contacted us with a photo of a cat in her shed, sitting on trash bags. She believed it was the cat we were looking for. Her friend had seen Magog’s poster photo and believed it was him. Nancy P and Debbie raced over, set a trap…and within half an hour, Magog was in the trap. He must have decided that he had had enough of the cold and snow outside, and would very much like to come back to the warmth and care of the Shelter, thank you very much!!
Magog is now back in the loving arms of the Shelter. He purrs and cuddles in laps and enjoys his room service and his regular meals. He is the sweetest boy. He did make it 1.8 miles away from the Shelter. Wounds show that he seems to have gotten into a tiff with another animal. But he is resting and healing and recuperating….and very happy to be safe and sound again, with all his new friends. Welcome Home, Magog.
The Miracle of Magog.
The Miracle of Magog.
