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In our Pets Make Us Human series: Alphonso Pfunkiecore’s story, via his human, Jerlen.
I had just moved out of my father’s house (to put it delicately) and was crashing at a friend’s place, feeling disjointed. I had no job and spent most my days scrubbing the floor tiles one by one with a scouring pad for something to do. One day, for a change of scenery, I went out for a walk. Towards the end of it, I passed by one of those garbage dumps that seem to spring out of nowhere and I noticed a kitten playing inside a discarded pedicab carcass. It was filthy and thin, but its eyes were very bright and full of mischief. It was quite alone, and every time a car would pass by he would dart inside the pedicab and cower.
I took pity on the little guy and picked him up and carried him home. To my surprise he did not protest at all, but curled up and stayed very still until we reached the apartment. Now, I read somewhere that it takes time for feral cats to get used to a new environment, but this one was different. I put him down on the floor and he just sauntered of into the living area and the bedroom as though he had lived there all his life. I gave him a bath (which he patiently endured) and he slept on my neck that night.
His name is Alphonso Pfunkiecore from (1) St. Alphonsus whose feast day it was when I found Pfunkie, (2) that Parokya ni Edgar deodorant ad about the first day of school and (3) Montecore, the white tiger who mauled Roy Horn. The love of his life is Pacita Ignacia, and hers is another story.
Pfunkie gets a gift from Purina, PAWS, and the Homeless, Not Worthless campaign. Have you rescued/been rescued by a stray cat or dog? Email your story and your pet’s photo to saffron.safin@gmail.com.
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