Greetings fellow feline lovers!
As far as I can remember, I was always fascinated by these beautiful and amazing creatures. I remember when I was just eight I managed to convince my grandmother to adopt a kitten. We called her Maria and she was a majestic and responsible queen
. She gave birth to a total of about 30 kittens and they were all treasured even though most of them had to be given away to friends and family. I spent almost every summer holidays with them and always missed them when I wasn't there.
I had this amazing bond with one of the kittens who was my favourite. As a child I often had nightmares and used to kick whilst asleep. However, this kitten always chose to stay in my room with me and sleep in my bed. He liked to hug my feet which sadly meant a lot of stress for him as I'd kick him across the room sometimes when I was asleep. Nevertheless, he just later chose to sleep on the floor by my side anyway.
The story with this kitten didn't end well; I once went outside to let him play in the playground and just watch him have fun. I ran home briefly to pick something up and upon my return found my baby missing
. This cat was VERY beautiful with distinctive features that were extremely easy to spot so I kept looking for him all day. I later found two teenage girls with my cat and was relieved that I've finally found him but was very curious as to why he got lost (he ALWAYS followed me everywhere). The two 14yo girls told me it was their cat and they don't know what I was talking about. I quickly ran home to get my grandfather to talk some sense into them (they were much taller than me so just ignored me). When we rushed back out they were long gone and I've never saw my cat again.
Several years later Maria and one of her sons (the two remaining cats at home) were both torn to pieces by stray dogs. I shall refrain from any further details regarding this tragedy.
Since then, I've not been living with cats for about 9 years as I had no say in what happens at home. One summer night, by pure luck I've found a thrown away cat in my neighbourhood. The cat looked like a very old queen and by a complete miracle we were all able to convince the "man" to adopt her while he checks RSPCA etc to make sure she's not lost. Long story short, she turned out to be a young tomcat (just heavily abused, hungry and scared).
I'll skip the details but we ultimately became best friends and he helped me greatly get through some very tough times.
I'm now in my late twenties and have developed a severe cat allergy that I'm not able to control with any medication. How bad!? Well if my partner meets a cat on the street and strokes one very briefly within hours of her coming home I can sense that something isn't right. I feel extremely drowsy, my face becomes swollen etc and I get very edgy and aggressive (hormones probably). Thus, I rarely see my cat at my parent's home and have to come to terms with never being able to live with cats
.
I often dream about the time I've spent with my cat but the reality is harsh and isn't going anywhere. My partner really fell in love with cats after being with me for about 1-2 years and since dreams about us having a cat together (like a family basically). So basically I'm one of those people who just don't understand how anyone might not like cats and never dated anyone who isn't interested in them. It's used to be my top question when dating i.e. "So, do you like cats?" No!? NEXT!!!
This creates a hole in my heart and there isn't anything I could do about it. But it often makes me wonder. What on earth do others do!? It's like, I could only be together with somebody who understands and loves cats and yet I can't have anybody in the house interacting with any cats.
It's 2:30am, the above might be a challenge to digest; I better go sleep on it.
Miow!
As far as I can remember, I was always fascinated by these beautiful and amazing creatures. I remember when I was just eight I managed to convince my grandmother to adopt a kitten. We called her Maria and she was a majestic and responsible queen
I had this amazing bond with one of the kittens who was my favourite. As a child I often had nightmares and used to kick whilst asleep. However, this kitten always chose to stay in my room with me and sleep in my bed. He liked to hug my feet which sadly meant a lot of stress for him as I'd kick him across the room sometimes when I was asleep. Nevertheless, he just later chose to sleep on the floor by my side anyway.
The story with this kitten didn't end well; I once went outside to let him play in the playground and just watch him have fun. I ran home briefly to pick something up and upon my return found my baby missing
Several years later Maria and one of her sons (the two remaining cats at home) were both torn to pieces by stray dogs. I shall refrain from any further details regarding this tragedy.
Since then, I've not been living with cats for about 9 years as I had no say in what happens at home. One summer night, by pure luck I've found a thrown away cat in my neighbourhood. The cat looked like a very old queen and by a complete miracle we were all able to convince the "man" to adopt her while he checks RSPCA etc to make sure she's not lost. Long story short, she turned out to be a young tomcat (just heavily abused, hungry and scared).
I'll skip the details but we ultimately became best friends and he helped me greatly get through some very tough times.
I'm now in my late twenties and have developed a severe cat allergy that I'm not able to control with any medication. How bad!? Well if my partner meets a cat on the street and strokes one very briefly within hours of her coming home I can sense that something isn't right. I feel extremely drowsy, my face becomes swollen etc and I get very edgy and aggressive (hormones probably). Thus, I rarely see my cat at my parent's home and have to come to terms with never being able to live with cats
I often dream about the time I've spent with my cat but the reality is harsh and isn't going anywhere. My partner really fell in love with cats after being with me for about 1-2 years and since dreams about us having a cat together (like a family basically). So basically I'm one of those people who just don't understand how anyone might not like cats and never dated anyone who isn't interested in them. It's used to be my top question when dating i.e. "So, do you like cats?" No!? NEXT!!!
This creates a hole in my heart and there isn't anything I could do about it. But it often makes me wonder. What on earth do others do!? It's like, I could only be together with somebody who understands and loves cats and yet I can't have anybody in the house interacting with any cats.
It's 2:30am, the above might be a challenge to digest; I better go sleep on it.
Miow!