The Door from Which I Waited

The door from which I sat

on the other side

The door from which I waited

to be loved

The door from where I looked at you

All of you

with longing green eyes

I verbally begged you

Please turn the handle of the door


take me home

Love me

Feed me

Rescue me from the green walls

and the barrier of wood and glass

You kept walking by

I kept pleading


SHE walked up to the door

Turned the handle

and walked into this room in which I lived

This female human said hello

and lifted me off the floor

for a better look

I was not going to let her escape

I put all my weight across her shoulders

Wrapped paws around her neck

Woo’d her

Purred in her right ear

And claimed her

(She thinks SHE claimed me)

Two days later

I went home with her

and a sister

Eight years, six months later

SHE still loves me

and feeds me

and opens the patio door for me during warm days


The door from which I waited

and looked at you

is still there

Still a door for those who need a home

But I AM home

with her ❤

The door featured in this post is the one from which I rescued Gibbs the cat. He lured me in, put a trance on me and the rest is history. I want to thank Orphan Animal Rescue for connecting me with both Gibbs and Ziva and giving me a reason to participate in this week’s Thursday Doors.

If you are wondering what Thursday Doors is all about, click HERE to walk with Norm’s group of happy door stalkers. Door people travel all over the world (or just down the street) to find the biggest, best, prettiest and most enchanting doors imaginable. Make sure you peruse Norm’s weekly offering and click on the blue froggie thing at the bottom of the post. That will take you to the heart of the door people and their fabulous doors!

25 responses to The Door from Which I Waited

  1. Dan Antion says:

    Awww. Thanks for sharing a beautiful love story on Thanksgiving. I liked “I claimed her” because that’s how it happens. We only think we’re in charge. We’ve never been in charge.

    Happy Thanksgiving, Mary. I hope you have a wonderful day.

    • bikerchick57 says:

      Thanks Dan and I hope you have a wonderful day as well. PS: I was “in charge” until about 6:45 this morning when the pleadings for food were unmerciful. Gibbs hates my days off. 😉

      • Dan Antion says:

        I usually escape MuMu on my day off, because I’m late to the gate. But she snagged me today with her sorrowful cries “I haven’t been brushed in ages!” Kneel down, lean over, scritch, scratch, brush…

      • Dan Antion says:

        I told my wife that I think MuMu likes the fact that I have to kneel in order to pet her over the gate. The gate she can easily walk through.

  2. Ally Bean says:

    Sweet story. Cats do claim you, and you are the better for it. Happy Thanksgiving Day to you and yours.

    • bikerchick57 says:

      Gibbs was just in my arms, purring any, claiming me yet again. Perfect start to the day. Enjoy the holiday, Ally…make it a special day!

  3. joey says:

    Oh Mary! So sweet! I am so glad you all have one another.
    I’m not crying, either. I haven’t been a ball of emotions all day and this story did not pull my heartstrings.

  4. Shelley says:

    Aw…I love this post, two lucky kitties – they have such a loving hooman mom!! 🙂

    • bikerchick57 says:

      Thanks Shelley. Gibbs was being very needy yesterday (love me, pet me!), so I imagine he’s unhappy today with no one home to pay attention. Poor guy…

      • Shelley says:

        I think it is something in the frigid cold air – Dessy is acting extremely needy too……… might be a really long winter if she keeps it up! Hope Gibbs cheers up quickly!

  5. Claudia says:

    I don’t think I could add much to the wonderful comments above, although I will go check out the link you added. Love you and the cat!

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