Lonely pensioner, Wendy, has spent most of her life providing shelter cats with a forever home. When her newest pet, Lucky, starts bringing home dollar bills, Wendy quickly realizes something suspicious is happening in her neighborhood.
“There, there.” Wendy reached into the pet carrier and stroked the shorthair cat she’d just brought home from the shelter. “This is your new home, Lucky, where you’ll always be safe.”
Lucky peeped out at Wendy’s other four cats, who were sniffing curiously in the carrier’s direction.
“That’s just your new family.” Wendy scratched behind the cat’s ears. “Let’s see if you’ll be brave enough to get to know them over dinner.”
Wendy went to the kitchen. Four of the cats came running when she opened the tin of cat food. She set down their bowls and was about to take Lucky his food to eat in the carrier when he appeared at the door.
“Mah-ow,” Lucky mewed at her.
“What a brave kitty.” Wendy stroked the newcomer and gave him his food. “I knew you’d fit right in.”
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Wendy fixed herself a grilled cheese for dinner. While she ate, she lovingly watched the cats get to know each other. Although she couldn’t really afford another pet, Wendy hadn’t the heart to say no when her friend at the shelter called earlier that day.
“Nobody wants this cat,” Hannah had said. “They can’t see past his scars and age to the sweet personality beneath. If you don’t take him, Wendy, I don’t know what will become of him.”
“Feeding five cats is not that much different from feeding four,” Wendy reasoned.
“The most important thing is that Lucky has a good home to spend the rest of his life in.”
However, Wendy soon began noticing the difference it made to her budget. The cat food and litter ran out just a little bit faster, and her pension was already stretched a bit thin.
Wendy sat down one day to figure out how to continue without digging into her meager savings. While she crunched numbers, a painful meowing caught her attention. She hurried into the sitting room and immediately realized something was very wrong with Lucky.
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“But will he be okay, Dr. Perry?” Wendy pressed her hand against the transparent box. Inside, Lucky lay curled in a ball with a drip attached to his leg. His eyes were dull with pain.
“We’re doing our best for him, Wendy, but it depends on what happens next. All we can do is pray that he responds to the medication.”
Wendy stared at Lucky. She wasn’t even confident she’d be able to pay for his treatments, but she couldn’t let him suffer either. She wished she could reach in and stroke him so Lucky would know he wasn’t alone.
“What do you want with my cat and me? If you’re trying to poison us then you won’t succeed. I’ve already called the police!”
“I can see he’s another of your rescues, Wendy, so I’m only going to bill you for any medication we need to give him.”
Wendy shook her head. “As I’ve told you before, Dr. Perry, I appreciate your kindness, but Lucky is my pet and my responsibility.”
The young vet frowned at Wendy. “I’m still going to keep offering, Wendy. You’ve done these cats a great kindness by taking them in, and I wish you’d let me help you ease the burden where I can.”
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Lucky returned home in good health a few days later, but something strange started happening. The Saturday after she brought Lucky home, Wendy discovered a few dollar bills lying on her doormat.
She assumed they’d fallen from her purse when she returned home earlier, but she found more money the next day. This time, it was lying on her bedroom floor.
“What is happening?” Wendy muttered as she counted the money. She checked her purse, but no money was missing.
On Monday, Wendy uncovered a new clue. She was knitting a cap for her friend, Hannah, when Lucky entered through the cat door with something in his mouth.
“You better not be bringing mice into my house, Lucky!”
Wendy rose to see what the cat had brought in. She gasped when he dropped a twenty-dollar bill.
“Where are you getting these?” Wendy asked. Lucky’s only response was to rub against her legs.
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Wendy called Hannah to ask if she knew whether Lucky had ever done anything like this before. Hannah was just as stunned by the cat’s behavior.
“Maybe he’s decided to pay rent,” Hannah joked. “I wouldn’t worry too much if I were you, Wendy. You know what they say: don’t look a gift horse in the mouth.”
However, Wendy couldn’t bear the thought of Lucky stealing from one of her neighbors, for that was the only way she could imagine he was getting the money. She decided to watch the cat and see what he was getting up to.
Wendy kept a close eye on lucky the next day. He played a little with Snowy, one of her other cats, then went to sleep beneath a bush in Wendy’s yard. He slept a lot in many different spots.
Wendy watched Lucky tap lazily at a fallen leaf in the front yard. She was beginning to think this endeavor was silly when a strange car pulled up near the front gate. A person climbed out and crouched near the picket fence.
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Immediately, Wendy set her knitting aside and reached for her glasses, but they weren’t there! Rather than miss the meeting between lucky and his partner in crime, Wendy leaned closer to the window and narrowed her eyes.
Lucky ran toward the person, who picked the cat up and cradled him on their lap. Wendy couldn’t tell if they were young or old, male or female. The person was too far away, and a hood hid their face.
After playing with Lucky for a few minutes, the mystery person set the cat down and gave him something. The person then ran back to their car. Lucky entered the yard and bounded toward the house as they sped away.
Wendy grabbed the cat the moment he crawled through the cat flap. He was carrying a twenty-dollar bill!
“You aren’t supposed to play with strangers.”
Wendy lifted the bill to the light to examine it. “Your friend could well be up to no good!”
Lucky rubbed against her legs and looked up at Wendy. “Mah-ow.”
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The more Wendy thought about the situation, the less sense it made. She began to worry that the mystery person had bad intentions. They might even be planning to poison Lucky!
Wendy was waiting when the car stopped outside her house the next day. As soon as they seemed distracted by Lucky, Wendy burst through the front door wielding her cane.
“What do you want with my cat and me? If you’re trying to poison us then you won’t succeed. I’ve already called the police!”
“Don’t be so harsh on my accomplice. I’m sure he also would want to repay you for the kindness you’ve shown him.”
The mystery person scrambled to their feet, but Lucky, startled by the sudden outburst, hooked his claws into the person and ran up their shoulder. As Lucky leaped to the grass, he knocked aside the person’s hood.
Wendy gasped when she saw the face beneath the hood. She pointed at the person with her cane.
“Why on earth are you giving Lucky money?”
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“I’m sorry, Wendy.” Dr. Perry raised his hands and started backing away to his car.
“Stop right there. You aren’t going anywhere until I get an explanation, Dr. Perry.”
“I just wanted to help. You always refuse to let me waive a portion of your vet bills, so I had to try another way. Lucky gave me the idea, actually. When we were treating him, I tried to get him to play by sticking a piece of paper through a ventilation hole in his cage.”
Dr. Perry smiled and shook his head. “He grabbed the paper in his teeth and carried it to the other side of the cage. I’ve never seen a cat do that, and I realized I could use him to make donations to you.”
“Donations?” Wendy straightened up. “I am not a charity case!”
“No, you’re a good person who’s too proud to accept a helping hand, Wendy. But I had to find a way to help you because you’re one of the few people I’ve met who cares as deeply for animals as I do.”
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“You see, I was just like you when I was a child,” Dr. Perry continued. “I used all my pocket money to buy food for the stray cats and dogs in my neighborhood, and they eventually became my pets. I also rescued any injured birds I found, but that all stopped when my mom remarried.”
“My step-father took all my animal friends and dumped them in the forest.” Dr. Perry hung his head. “I tried to find them, but I never did. I never forgave him or my mom, either. When I left home to become a vet, I cut all ties with them.”
“That’s terrible.” Wendy wiped at a tear spilling down her cheek. “I understand why you want to help me, Dr. Perry, and I do need the help, but I’ve lived alone all my life. I don’t know how to accept your kindness. I’m sorry.”
“I’m sorry I frightened you, Wendy.” Dr. Perry took Wendy’s hand. “Please, can we sit down and discuss a way I can help you care for your cats that won’t upset you?”
Wendy nodded. “Come inside. I have some pop if you don’t want coffee.”
Dr. Perry followed Wendy inside. Lucky was waiting at the door and greeted them with his usual ‘mah-ow’ and leg rub.
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After some discussion, Wendy agreed to let Dr. Perry bring food for the cats every month. He would also give each of her furry friends a check-up when he visited. That way, Wendy could continue enjoying her cats’ company without spending her entire pension on their care.
Dr. Perry also created a fundraiser to help with unexpected expenses, like Lucky’s sudden illness. Wendy wept with gratitude when Dr. Perry told her how successful the fundraiser was.
“Do you hear that, Lucky?” Wendy lifted the cat into her arms and scratched his chin.
“You’re set for life now. No need for any more dubious escapades on your part.”
Dr. Perry chuckled. “Don’t be so harsh on my accomplice. I’m sure he also would want to repay you for the kindness you’ve shown him.”
“I only wish there was more I could do for the cats in this city.” Wendy smiled as she listened to Lucky purring. “But I’m just one old lady, and there are only so many cats I can care for.”
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Two years later, Dr. Perry still remembered Wendy’s words on that day. He stood before the building he’d recently bought and converted into a shelter. Lucky was perched on his shoulder and seemed unperturbed by the small crowd gathered nearby.
“Thank you all for coming today,” Dr. Perry said. “While I’m happy to see so many familiar faces, it also saddens me that a woman I came to know as a close friend won’t be able to join us today.”
“Wendy spent most of her adult life providing a safe home to cats from shelters all over this city. To honor her memory, I hereby declare the Wendy cat shelter open for business.” Dr. Perry signaled to a man standing nearby.
The man lifted a cloth to reveal a portrait of Wendy with all five of her cats. Lucky was sitting on her lap, mouth open, as he begged for a treat. Dr. Perry had taken the photo himself, and it made him smile as he remembered that day.
“Wendy always wished she could do more to help the cats in our city. I’m counting on all of you to help me fulfil her dream by supporting this shelter.”
What can we learn from this story?
- Don’t be too proud to accept help. Dr. Perry offered to help Wendy with the kindness of his heart. Instead of being so proud of her independence, Wendy should’ve taken his kind offer.
- Many beautiful dogs and cats are waiting in shelters for loving homes. Next time you’re thinking of getting a pet, pay a visit to your local shelter. Maybe your next furry friend is waiting for you there.
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My MIL’s ‘Innocent’ Gift Turned My Life Upside Down
When Linda’s mother-in-law gifted us an orchid for our anniversary, she never expected it to bloom into a saga of suspicion, secrets, and a staged scandal that taught them all a lesson in trust and privacy.
Let me set the scene: it’s me, my husband Mark, his mom Evelyn, and his brother Alex. We’re your average family, I guess, but things have been a bit tense lately.
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We just celebrated our fifth wedding anniversary. It was supposed to be a happy day, just me and Mark at home, reminiscing and enjoying each other’s company. But then Evelyn showed up with a gift that changed everything.
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She handed us this beautifully potted orchid, saying it was a rare species and a symbol of our growing love. Now, I know that sounds sweet and all, but with Evelyn, there’s always a catch. Our relationship has been… well, let’s just say complicated.
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I’m a housewife, and I love it, but Evelyn has never really approved of me not having a career. Mark works a lot, and sometimes I feel like Evelyn thinks I’m just lounging around at home all day. She’s the type to call me out of the blue or drop by unannounced, and it always feels like she’s checking up on me, making sure I’m not just wasting my life or her son’s time. So, her giving me this orchid out of the blue? It felt off, like she was up to something more than just a kind gesture.
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The orchid was gorgeous, no doubt about it. It’s taken a place of pride in our living room, and I can’t deny it’s added a certain elegance to the space. But every time I look at it, I can’t help but wonder about Evelyn’s real intentions. It’s like this beautiful plant has become a symbol of the tension between us.
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Mark thought I was reading too much into it, but I couldn’t shake the feeling. Ever since that orchid arrived, things have felt different. It was like there was an unspoken strain in the air, and I wasn’t sure how to deal with it. Evelyn’s past behavior didn’t help either. Her “drop-ins” and calls always made me feel like I was under surveillance, and now with this gift, it was like those feelings were magnified.
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I didn’t know, maybe I was overthinking it, but something about this whole situation just didn’t sit right with me.
The orchid has become more than just a decoration in our home. It was like it was watching us, symbolizing not just our marriage but the growing unease between Evelyn and me. Mark and I have been feeling this weird tension, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off.
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Well, my instincts were right. The other day, while I was dusting around the living room, I noticed something odd about the orchid. There was a tiny, almost invisible, lens hidden among the flowers. I took a closer look, and my heart dropped. It was a camera lens. Evelyn had been spying on us all this time!
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I was in shock. I confronted Mark with the discovery, and he was as appalled as I was. We couldn’t believe that his mother would go to such lengths to invade our privacy. It felt like a betrayal, not just to me, but to our family.
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After the initial shock wore off, we started to think. We were angry, yes, but we also knew we had a chance to turn this around. Instead of confronting Evelyn right away, we came up with a plan to teach her a lesson about respect and boundaries.
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We decided to stage scenes in front of the camera, knowing Evelyn was watching. Mark’s brother, Alex, was in town, and he agreed to help us out. He’s always been a good sport and understood why we needed to do this. We started with harmless stuff, like pretending to argue over silly things or staging romantic dinners with exaggerated affection, just to see how Evelyn would react.
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But we knew we needed something big, a real showstopper, to make our point clear. So, we plotted a scene that would make Evelyn think she had caught us in a scandalous situation. We were going to make it look like I was having an affair with Alex. It sounds crazy, I know, but we were desperate to show her how invasive and wrong her spying was.
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The night of the dinner, everyone was there: Mark, me, Evelyn, Alex, and a few other relatives. The atmosphere was tense, at least for us, knowing what was about to unfold. Evelyn seemed unusually smug, which made my stomach churn, but I kept my cool.
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Halfway through the dinner, Evelyn couldn’t hold back her triumph any longer. She announced that she had something to show everyone. My heart raced as she connected her laptop to the TV, playing the video she had recorded through the orchid’s hidden camera.
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The footage started with me calling Alex, making it seem like we were planning a secret rendezvous while Mark was at work. Our conversation was ambiguous, hinting at something more, and then it showed Alex arriving at our house, and both of us disappearing out of the camera’s view.
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You could have heard a pin drop as the video played. Evelyn was practically gloating, thinking she had caught us in an affair. The looks of shock and disbelief on everyone’s faces were painful, but Mark and I held onto each other, ready for the grand finale.
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After the incriminating part ended, I stood up, my heart pounding. I calmly walked to the TV, flash drive in hand, and replaced Evelyn’s laptop with mine. I hit play, and the room watched the rest of the footage. There we were, Alex and I, standing next to the TV in the video, laughing and clearly setting up the scene, with a romantic comedy playing in the background to provide the love confessions heard in Evelyn’s video.
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Silence filled the room as everyone processed what they were seeing. I turned to Evelyn and said, “We knew about the camera. This was all staged to show you how it feels to have your privacy invaded.”
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Evelyn’s face went from triumphant to mortified in seconds. The realization of her actions and their repercussions hit her hard. She tried to stammer out an apology, but the damage was done. The family was in shock, not just at our staged act, but at the lengths Evelyn had gone to spy on us.
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After the video was shown, Evelyn was visibly shaken. She looked like she had been hit by a truck of reality. Before she left the gathering, she managed to apologize. Her words were few, but I could tell they were heavy with regret. She whispered a sorry to us, especially to Mark and me, acknowledging the breach of trust her actions had caused. It was a humbling moment for everyone.
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In the days that followed, there was an unspoken tension in the air. However, something unexpected happened; the incident opened up a new channel of communication within our family. Mark and I had long discussions about our boundaries, privacy, and how we want to move forward. We agreed that while what Evelyn did was unacceptable, it was a wake-up call for all of us to respect each other’s space and privacy.
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Evelyn reached out to us a few days later. She wanted to talk. It was a difficult conversation, full of awkward pauses and emotional apologies. But it was necessary. She admitted to her fear of losing her son and her misconceptions about me. It was clear that this incident, as painful as it was, sparked a significant change in her.
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As for the family dynamics, they have surprisingly improved. This ordeal, while initially causing a rift, eventually led to a stronger bond between us. We’ve had family meetings to clear the air and set new boundaries that everyone respects. It’s like we all grew from this experience, learning the importance of trust and privacy.
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Mark and I, in particular, have become a stronger unit. This situation tested our relationship, but we came out of it more united. We realized the importance of standing together, not just as a couple but as partners in everything that life throws our way.
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Evelyn has been more mindful of her actions. She’s learning to trust us and respect our space, and I can see a genuine effort on her part to mend our relationship. It’s a slow process, but it’s happening, and that’s what matters.
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In conclusion, what started as a suspicious gift turned into a lesson in boundaries, trust, and family dynamics for all of us. It’s been a rollercoaster of emotions, but I believe we’re heading towards a better understanding of each other.
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