If You Hate Hearing About My Cats, We Probably Can’t Be Friends by Catherine Holm/Catster – This is such a funny, too true article about when, where & with whom it’s best (or not) to share you’re cute cat stories. Or any cat story – depending on the person you’re sharing (or trying) the story.
I’ve always been a “cat person”. Not to say I don’t love all animals, but I have had at least one cat in my life – on some level- since I can remember. My family always had cats when I was a kid.
Specifically, Siamese cats. And the stories I could tell about Poco (the matriarch – who lived with us for the first 17 years of my life), Freedom Fighter – “Free” for short (My older sister named him – it was the 70’s…And the name did fit – he was a lover not a fighter), Chaos (cross-eyed w/ a kinked tail…And a few marbles short of a full load – but such a sweetie!).
Those were the first of many cats that came into my life along the way. I’ve had as many as 5 cats in my household – that was a little crazy cat ladyish (not entirely – I had 2 dogs too!), but…All of them came into my life for a reason and with their own unique personalities & beauty.
Now I have my Lilly Fae – my barn kitteh.
She was a tiny little ball of fur when I first laid eyes on her.
I had tried my best to avoid kitties for a couple of years after I lost my last 2 about a year apart. They had been a part of my life for 13 & 16 years. Jasmine, a kitten my boyfriend at the time gave me while I was still in college & Pywackette, acquired a couple of years later by same said boyfriend.
Turns out, they were half-sisters several litters apart. And disliked but tolerated each other like most sisters do on some level.
After Py & Jasmine passed, I couldn’t bring myself to consider letting another cat in my life. I knew I would at some point because it always happens that way. They pick YOU. But I felt like it would be a betrayal. And I was completely heart-broken without them. They had been such a part of my life for so long. They traveled 1,200+ miles across the country with me into strange new territory (NY).
They accepted (mostly) a baby human into “their” home a few years later.
We moved again…Just so many life experiences they were a part of & always will be.
Then, a random trip to my favorite gift shop at the Rez brought me face to face with what I had been avoiding at all costs for the last couple of years. Not just a cat, but a teeny, tiny little fuzzball – her eyes just opened. The woman at the counter holding her telling me she was born on her farm – outside – where she would have to live if she couldn’t find her a home.
You can guess what came out of her mouth next…Yep. “Want to hold her”??
I tried to resist. I knew if I held her I wouldn’t let her go. But I knew I couldn’t live with myself either thinking about this little baby growing up (briefly most likely) living outside in the cold & fending for herself.
You guessed it – I held her as I walked around the store. Becoming more & more resolved that we were meant to be.
And damn the consequences – our chocolate lab, Maggie Mae would NOT be thrilled (or so I thought).
The lady gave me a box to take her home. However, she was not a happy camper in the box sitting on my front seat as I drove down the highway. I pulled off, took her out & nestled her into my fleece coat – which I knew I should’ve done in the first place. She curled up inside my coat & fell asleep.
Her name popped into my head about halfway home – Lilly…Lilly Fae!
As it turned out, Maggie Mae – became Lilly’s doggie mom. She slept in Maggie’s bed (still does sometimes!).
Maggie was so gentle & let her bite, smack, claw her ears, nose, tail – whatever moved!
They bonded. They love each other. We are a family.
Almost 5 years later, they still love to play chase or hide-n-seek. Lilly thinks if Maggie can pee in the snow & eat giant doggie kibbles , so can she.
Her “barn kitteh”/feral side will always be part of her personality. Snow, water, rain – doesn’t phase her (unless there’s just a little TOO much of it).
She’s a hunter. I’ve lost count how many mice, moles, locust, birds, squirrels who knows what else she’s killed. I managed to rescue a few birds just this side of death, but the mice/moles/locusts – good riddance! I’m all about keeping the natural balance in order.