I Love My Four Indoor Cats
Frodo helping Sparklea write in her diary
I Love My Four Indoor Cats
I have two grown children and six grandchildren whom I love with all my heart. However four more "kids" now reside with my husband and I. Each one has four legs.
All this happened unexpectedly. In 2002, during my lunch hour, I passed a pet store at the mall. Inside the window were several kittens in a cage. I have no idea what came over me. I walked in, picked up a gray tabby kitten, and purchased him on the spot. After buying a litter box and food, the clerk said she would keep the kitten for me, and I could pick him up after work.
I drove into the garage, and my husband, Dave, came to the car window. "Frodo" was sitting on my shoulder, meowing and purring. He had Dave at 'meow."
Several months later, I passed the pet store again. This time I brought home "Galadriel," a tortoise shell kitten who has since mushroomed to about fourteen pounds.
Dave and I totally agreed no more cats. We were a family of four, and that was enough.
Fast forward to Independence Day 2006. My husband and I took a day trip to a mall in Elmira, New York. When we got out of the truck, we heard a pitiful "meow" in the parking lot. We notified Security, and we finally located a tiny black and white kitten sitting on the front axel of one of the cars. Dave and I both crawled under the car to retrieve the frightened feline. Neither of us cared how silly we looked.
We took the kitten to a pet store nearby, and it lapped up the milk, ate the cat food, and slept on my lap all the way home. Although he is a little skittish, "Sylvester" has turned into a gorgeous sleek silky grownup.
In September, 2007, a long haired gray and white cat jumped into my husband's truck when he stopped at a gas station. She got on her hind legs, put her front paws on his shoulder and rubbed in his face with her melodic purr.
Guess what? "Martha" is our most mischievous cat to date.
We don't own these cats. They own us. To say we jump through hoops for them is probably an understatement. For example, Frodo has to have fresh shaved turkey for his "dessert" each day...a habit my husband started. He only likes it from one particular deli in our area.
Galadriel has to have her "Griller's Blend" dry food. Martha and Sylvester will only eat "Temptations."
We cover our furniture with clean towels. The cats love sleeping on clean bedding. We buy them new pet beds as often as we can. We found cat litter that has a pine scent with no powder. We scoop out the box at least four times a day and use cat litter deodorizer. We have never had an odor problem.
We keep them inside at all times, because our residential street has alot of traffic. Frodo and Galadriel love the harness, so we are able to take them for walks. All four cats love the new sill we just had put in our front living room window.
Yes, it's alot of work, but we would not have it any other way. It is wonderful to come home and be greeted by four purring cats who love and trust us unconditionally. Each night we crash for a couple hours in front of the television and enjoy our dinner. All our "children" join us. Martha sleeps on the back of the big chair where Dave sits. Sylvester and Frodo curl up on their cat shelves, and Galadriel settles in her fleece.
After dinner, Frodo jumps on my lap. He loves to be cradled in my arms. He purrs, shuts his eyes tight and falls asleep. The expression on his face is priceless.
Since these cats have become a part of our lives, my granddaughter brought us a yellow tabby she found in the country. We kept her for two days until we found a woman who loves and places cats. She keeps them in a beautiful building and takes wonderful care of them until she finds them a good home. I wept when my husband and I delivered the cat to her. I could not believe how very attached I became to that animal in such a short time.
So many times someone will say, "Animals are so much work. I don't need a cat." That is correct. However they need us. The rewards definitely outweigh the work involved.