Your meditation on cats is lovely. I adore them and miss having one around. A cat cafe just opened here in Olympia, and of course I visited and enjoyed an hour with a roomful of kittens and cats. One jumped on my lap and started his purr motor. I’m sure my blood pressure dropped significantly. 😊 🐈 🐈⬛
We couldn't have cats when I was a child because my sister is deathly allergic to them. After I left home, I've always had cats. I adopted an adult stray cat then I felt guilty because I worked a lot of hours so I adopted a kitten to keep her company. After they passed away, we were a single cat home for a good many years until three years ago. I love having a cat pressed up against, purring their love.
I smiled as I read this. Yes, I have had two cats for eons now. One is sleeping snuggled up against the opened top of my laptop and the other is curled up on the bed. They drive me nuts at night because they want to go in and out at least a hundred million times.
Mine no longer have access to the outdoors (dangerous world here) but thy have an expansive catio, and they rush in and out all night through doors on our bedroom wall. I hear you!
I love to watch my cat play. She can play by herself for hours or when she chooses, bring her felted fish and drop it at our feet so we can play with her. We’ve had other cats, but they did not know how to play and it’s wonderful to see our current cat delight herself, A reminder that we all need to play. She looks a lot like Rafe!
If I reveled in my cat-love here, my comment would turn novel-length!
I love cats, have always loved cats, and always will. (Barbara, your dad and I share some reasons in common.) I have always tended to adopt the unadoptables--the injured ones, the sick ones, the strays who clearly need help. My current fella, Harvey (in my account photo), is feline leukemia positive and beginning his long downhill slide for this incurable disease. He is a difficult cat, coming from an abused background, but he loves me in tangible ways. It will break my heart when he goes, but until that time...
I guess I love and vastly prefer cats because they choose people. (Harvey is unusual in that he seems equally attached to both my husband and me.) If you abuse a cat, they generally will not come back for more. They don't need you. But they will love you if you give them half a chance by treating them kindly.
It's not for nothing that more than one person, unprompted, has nicknamed me "the cat whisperer."
When I was a child, my sisters and I wanted a cat more than anything in the world. My Dad owned a laundromat and every morning he would rise early and go clean it and take all the change out of the machines. One Sunday morning after he returned home he said he had a surprise for us--"Go open the basement door." And when we did, a small black cat appeared. Someone had left her in a paper bag in the laundromat. That began a home devoted to cats--at some points we had almost a dozen of them roaming our backyard. And I've never been without a cat since. There is nothing better than walking into a room where a cat is sleeping. Somehow, a feline anchors and grounds a home. I can't imagine life sans-cat.
Neko looks like my kind of companion. I mean, anything that wants to headbutt me when I flip my phone out--they're welcomed in my house. Hope you're well this week, Barbara? Cheers, -Thalia
Cats just make everything better. Their purring soothes the soul.
Your meditation on cats is lovely. I adore them and miss having one around. A cat cafe just opened here in Olympia, and of course I visited and enjoyed an hour with a roomful of kittens and cats. One jumped on my lap and started his purr motor. I’m sure my blood pressure dropped significantly. 😊 🐈 🐈⬛
Once on a trip to see family in New Zealand, I was lonesome for my cats and found a cat cafe. It was so peaceful and so much fun.
We couldn't have cats when I was a child because my sister is deathly allergic to them. After I left home, I've always had cats. I adopted an adult stray cat then I felt guilty because I worked a lot of hours so I adopted a kitten to keep her company. After they passed away, we were a single cat home for a good many years until three years ago. I love having a cat pressed up against, purring their love.
It is the best!
I smiled as I read this. Yes, I have had two cats for eons now. One is sleeping snuggled up against the opened top of my laptop and the other is curled up on the bed. They drive me nuts at night because they want to go in and out at least a hundred million times.
Mine no longer have access to the outdoors (dangerous world here) but thy have an expansive catio, and they rush in and out all night through doors on our bedroom wall. I hear you!
I love to watch my cat play. She can play by herself for hours or when she chooses, bring her felted fish and drop it at our feet so we can play with her. We’ve had other cats, but they did not know how to play and it’s wonderful to see our current cat delight herself, A reminder that we all need to play. She looks a lot like Rafe!
Rage likes to play, too, racing through the house on imaginary hints. It does lighten our mood!
If I reveled in my cat-love here, my comment would turn novel-length!
I love cats, have always loved cats, and always will. (Barbara, your dad and I share some reasons in common.) I have always tended to adopt the unadoptables--the injured ones, the sick ones, the strays who clearly need help. My current fella, Harvey (in my account photo), is feline leukemia positive and beginning his long downhill slide for this incurable disease. He is a difficult cat, coming from an abused background, but he loves me in tangible ways. It will break my heart when he goes, but until that time...
I guess I love and vastly prefer cats because they choose people. (Harvey is unusual in that he seems equally attached to both my husband and me.) If you abuse a cat, they generally will not come back for more. They don't need you. But they will love you if you give them half a chance by treating them kindly.
It's not for nothing that more than one person, unprompted, has nicknamed me "the cat whisperer."
Thank you for taking care of the sick and the strays.
When I was a child, my sisters and I wanted a cat more than anything in the world. My Dad owned a laundromat and every morning he would rise early and go clean it and take all the change out of the machines. One Sunday morning after he returned home he said he had a surprise for us--"Go open the basement door." And when we did, a small black cat appeared. Someone had left her in a paper bag in the laundromat. That began a home devoted to cats--at some points we had almost a dozen of them roaming our backyard. And I've never been without a cat since. There is nothing better than walking into a room where a cat is sleeping. Somehow, a feline anchors and grounds a home. I can't imagine life sans-cat.
I love that your first cat was a gift of the laundromat. We also had lots of cats around when I was a child.
Neko looks like my kind of companion. I mean, anything that wants to headbutt me when I flip my phone out--they're welcomed in my house. Hope you're well this week, Barbara? Cheers, -Thalia