Why I Love my Cats
How My Love For Animals Began
When I was a little girl, I hated cats. Anyone who knows me now would find that hard to believe. I was deathly allergic. We never had pets growing up and I didn't really think much about animals. Being hospitalized (not once, but twice) for scary allergic reactions, I never thought I would ever be able to have a pet. I certainly didn't understand my best friends. They would go on and on and on about their cute little furry creatures and I would just zone out. I didn't get it, because I couldn't have pets.
That all changed one day in 1997. My aunt found a kitten in her back yard. She was obviously the runt of the litter. Sickly and small, she was obviously tossed aside by her mother. That is what animals do with the weakest one. Only the strong survive, that is their instincts... and in the wild, it's very true.
My aunt could not keep the cat, so she came to my mother and asked her if she would take her. She was tiny and couldn't breathe very well. Bronchitis is what my aunt suspected. I was still young and living with my mom. When I came home she told me about the kitten. Again I didn't think much. I went down to the basement to see her. She was locked in the bathroom that we never used. My mom had put a pillow, food and a litter box in the room with her. My mom knew I was allergic so she wasn't sure if we could keep her or not.
I opened the door. The second I saw her, my heart melted. She was so small. Only six weeks old. She walked out looked up at me. Her eyes had dried up crust around them. I don't think she was able to see me well, if at all. I held her for the longest time. I loved her instantly. I named her Mia.
I told my mom I wanted to keep her. I took her to the vet and got her cleaned and the vet gave me some medicine for her. She sure did have bronchitis and she was never truly healthy after that. I took allergy meds and after a while I became somewhat immune to her.
In 2007 our beloved Mia passed away. She lived ten wonderful years. Not a long life- considering how sick she had always been- but she was loved and lived a happy life. She was my first pet. I was sad to lose her. I had already moved out years before. She started off as my cat but considering my mom was a homemaker, she loved my mom best. After I moved I got cats of my own. I'm still allergic. Some days are better than others but being around cats has made my allergies lessen over the years to the point where it's just a minor annoyance. I'm grateful for that.
I've become such an animal lover because of Mia. I have volunteered with animals, sponsored neglected animals and petitioned for humane treatment of factory farm animals. Having a pet changed me in so many ways.
Today I have two beautiful cats. Bailey who is a tabby and Ramona who is a mix of tabby and calico. They are like my children. Ramona is the oldest though she is very small. She is a girly-girl who loves cuddling and being by mommy. She's a pretty cat. I think she knows it too. She sure loves to look in the mirror and pose for my camera!!
Bailey is my little troublemaker. He is so adorable though that I have a hard time disciplining him. He loves stealing things from me. Among the things he has taken is my tub stopper (multiple times), soap, Christmas ornaments and people food. He stays up all night and wakes me up at 3am most nights by tapping my head. He's very spoiled, but that's my fault.
Having cats, I have learned the following:
I am not the boss. Cats rule, I am just the provider of the food and the cleaner of the litter box. Of course they love me for it.
It isn't that cats cannot be trained. It's only that they are too proud and arrogant to chase after a toy and bring it back to you. Besides, they are not trying to please you. It's up to you to please them.
Cats know they aren't allowed on the table. That's why they wait for you to leave the room, leave for work or go to bed before they attempt it.
Everything, and i mean EVERYTHING is theirs, not yours. Get used to it.
CATS ARE SOCIAL!! It is a complete myth that they are aloof and anti-social. It's just that they aren't dogs. They are independent for sure, but cats love to play and cuddle together. Of course there are exceptions. There are anti-social humans too.
Nothing is better than having a cat curl up next to you, except to have two cats curl up next to you. Especially after a bad day.
Cats will annoy you to death until they get there way. And they know exactly what to do that will make you do it! Bailey follows me around meowing and tapping me with his right paw. Ramona is a whiner. She knows I hate it. She will sit next to me and whine in her high pitched voice until I am ready to pull my hair out. They sure know how to manipulate, oh yes, but we love our kitties anyway.