Dog person or cat person – which one are you? I think it’s pretty obvious from all the puppy photos I have plastered up all over this blog that I’m a 100% dog person. All of my previous experience with cats has led me to believe that cats are devious, mean and that they all hate me – so I never ever thought about getting a cat.
Then Kitty showed up – I say showed up because one day when Boomer was about 10 weeks old and weighed somewhere in the region of 6 or 7 lbs I noticed this giant orange fur ball watching him from across the fence, the way a cheetah watches a gazelle. I feared for little Boomer and chased her off. I chased her away the next day and time and time again, until one day she finally got to meet him and low and behold she loved Boomer. She groomed him, she taught him how to stalk birds and squirrels and she tolerated a ridiculous amount of play biting and rough housing from the puppy as he grew, all the while teaching him important lessons on bite inhibition and knowing his place. Priceless lessons that only another animal/dog could properly teach him.
After that first meeting Kitty became a constant feature in Boomer’s life, she came by every day just to play with the puppy. We weren’t giving her any attention or food etc in fact I barely interacted with her at all except keep watch to ensure no one was hurting the other in their playing.
Boomer could never understand why she wasn’t allowed to come inside the house and at least twice a day he’d try to sneak her in – he asks to come in and when I open the door he nudges her forward and refuses to come inside
Then Kitty started getting skinny, really really skinny. Her fur began falling out and her energy levels were much lower. She still came by to play with Boomer but she spent most of the time lying down rather than chasing etc. I couldn’t stand to watch her waste away and think of her going hungry so I fed her. I think in that moment I became her family.
I have no idea of what Kitty’s story is – she wears a collar with no tag and she seemed well cared for (if a little ragged) when we first met her back in Feb/Mar but since then something must have changed – was she abandoned? Does she have an owner somewhere nearby who just doesn’t care for her?
She is an absolute sweetie, now in addition to playing with the puppy she also enjoys people cuddles. She seems to have adopted us, I think she’s lives in our garden - I’ll often find her on or near the back step sleeping.
I’m trying to not get attached to her. After all she’s not really my cat, I just couldn’t watch her suffer. I don’t know what will happen if we move away from this house, can/should we take her with us? If we do would anyone miss her….if we don’t would she starve again? I guess I’ll have to cross that bridge when we come to it but for now she’s here, gaining weight, looking healthy and turning me into a cat person!