Hi. Remember me? I’m the girl who decided that she didn’t want to grow up to be a cat lady. I try to like cats. I really do. But when their hair is all over me, or they are whining to want to be fed or cuddled, or when they poop outside of the litter box and then spread the litter all over the bathroom, it all comes down to the fact that I am just not a cat person.
I mean, isn’t that what kids are for?
So knowing that about myself, and radiating that negative energy to all cats that come within 20 feet of me, tell me please why this was found in my backyard, crying more pitifully than anything I had ever heard in my life:
Yes. That is a cat. And yes, that is him eating food out of a bowl I set in front of him. This could only mean that the cat possessed me into feeling sorry for it, cuddling it, feeding it, then letting it into my home while I had crazy thoughts of actually keeping it should it not belong to anyone else.
I’m telling you, the cat is a witch. And yes, I have given the witch cat a name.
Folks, meet Luchi.
(Apparently, Luchi also possessed me to let him in the house and onto a fluffy blanket so he could be comfortable…)
Honestly, I don’t know what I’m going to do with a cat. First of all, my landlord forbids animals in our apartment complex (despite the fact that over half of the apartments have dogs barking inside or cats sunning themselves in the windows). Secondly, we are a family on the go. Most weekends we don’t even stay home. Last, if this cat ends up not having a home I am going to have to neuter it, get it shots, and feed it every day.
On the other hand, if our family is ever going to own a pet, this is the best way for us to have one. I really can’t see myself going out to the pound or the pet store to get an animal. No. The animal would have to find us, just like Luchi did. And cats are a perfect pet for a family on the go. They can entertain themselves and, at times, would rather be left alone. They are the perfect fit to curl up in a lap when sitting down to watch a movie or read a book. They sleep most of the day, which is something I’d love to do if I could, so I can live vicariously through him. And the kids have been dying to get an animal that they can love and that won’t die within three weeks of getting it (RIP Gecko Lizard). I think I can actually keep this animal alive. It’s not as if it will keep quiet if I forget to feed it.
I have made it very clear to my kids (and myself) that we are going to take all the necessary measures to find out if this cat has a home already. We will be scanning it for a microchip (Thank you for reminding me of that, AP). If that doesn’t produce anything, we will place a collar on it with a note saying what’s going on and see if anyone responds. If it belongs to someone, I want to be sure that they have their cat back.
“Someone did this to my cat,” Mr. W told me, when I let him know about the cat that was purring in my lap as we spoke on the phone. “They kept feeding the cat and pretty soon the cat didn’t even want to come back home.”
Who knew that having a cat find you and adopt you could be so politically exhausting?
In the meantime, my son has already bonded with the cat. After a really hard baseball practice, and being destined to play a position he hates for the rest of the year, he told me he couldn’t wait to get home.
“I just want to take Luchi up in my room and talk about this for awhile with him.”
Doesn’t that just break your heart?
We all end our sentences about the cat with “if we get to keep him”. We’ve also set up cat care with the neighborhood kids for the days when we aren’t at home. And we also learned another secret about the cat.
“Hey! That’s the cat that’s been hanging out in our backyard!” our next door neighbor said when he came to our door looking for the Taz.
“He slept on my bed just the other night!” another girl cried when she and her mom came over.
Anyone ever read the book Six Dinner Sid, by Inga Moore? It’s the story of a cat that had six different homes, unbeknownst to all of his owners. He had six different names and had six different personalities to please his owners. And because of all his efforts, he got six different dinners a night. But when a cough sent him to the vet six different times, Six Dinner Sid was suddenly found out.
It is very possible that I may have a Six Dinner Sid for a cat.
Nonetheless, the neighbors agreed that we could keep the cat if no owner turns up. Looks like I’m going to be a cat lady after all. And know what? It might not be so bad.
How did your family acquire a pet?
Have you ever had a pet find you instead of you finding him or her?
And what is it like adding a pet to your family?