I was just thinking about cats this morning. I've always loved cats but I chose not to have one in this apartment. Sort of miss the purr as they cuddle next to your chest, the rubbing against your leg, the meow when they get hungry. But, I do not miss the early morning alarm clock that they think they are.... at 4 in the morning!!
I had a cat that I dearly loved when I was small. I named her Noddy because, as a kitten, her little head kept bobbing up and down. I had that cat for years ... and then we moved to town. I took my cat with me.
And, she hated town living! So, she took off one day to head back 'home' and I never saw her again.
We had several cats when we lived on the farm after Elbert retired. All outdoor ones. They kept the mice at bay!
Then we moved to town.
I had 4 different cats while we lived there. I loved two of them.
The other two came from hell!!
One was a scratcher! If she did not have my full attention, she'd claw my arms to shreds. It got so bad I gave her to a farmer so she could claw the cows!
So she soon found another home.
Oh, where was I? Oh yes, I started out to tell you about a friends big old tom cat.
I forget it's name. Gee, that was over 60 years ago.
Anyway, Dick had brought that big old tom cat from his home on the east coast, all the way to San Diego, California. That cat went where Dick went.
Dick and his wife were poor as church mice. All young sailors were so that meant that me and my husband were in the same category. Elbert and I were thrilled when Dick invited us to ride up to Los Angeles with he and wifey. And, the tom cat.
That thing must have weighed fifty pounds. Elbert and I are sitting in the back seat trying to enjoy the scenery and here's this tom cat jumping from front seat to back seat, over and over... the whole trip. I was covered in cat hair and can you imagine having your legs pounded by that heavy cat every time he landed in your lap. That was a trip we should have skipped. But, we were young and having fun and that cat was just old and getting feebleminded. You had to cut him some slack there!
OMG, we have had so many cats in the 52 years we've been married. I worked as an AMT in a cat specialty hospital for years and forever brought home kittens. And we've taken in feral kittens and raised them if no home was found. At one time we had 8. Our house cats usually lived 15-20 years, so they really became part of the family. The last 3 we lost right as the pandemic started and we miss them terribly. But we have decided that as much as we miss them... at our age we cannot take in any more... but we do continue to feed and watch over the ferals that come around. So, yes, I understand how cats can wean their way into your heart.
ReplyDeleteI have been lucky with my cats..They never got me up during the night..
ReplyDeleteI have been lucky with cats. They all lived into their late teens or early twenties and were sweeties. Minnie now would wake me up but I close the bedroom door at night. She is 17 and starting to show it.
ReplyDeleteI love cats. I'm down to one spoiled female, who thinks she is Queen.
ReplyDeleteI love our cats!
ReplyDeleteI love dogs and cats, and all animals. Taking care of them is sometimes a bit much but in the end, it's worth it. Enjoy your day, hugs, Edna B.
ReplyDeleteThank you for this enjoyable read Latane. I enjoy cats and dogs, had one cat that I grew up with, a Ginger Tom that my sister thought was her cat and I thought was mine. Had lots of dogs during my life, and pet rabbits when I was young, but don't have any now. Good memories though :)
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