I figure there are many reasons why people decide to get a pet, so what was your reason?
Oh, I love this story. I can just picture Hydrox surveying his domain of little kitlets running around on the floor below him. Sweet.
I've always wanted a black cat. Pure black, with just a few white neck hairs, kind of like the Tidy Cat cat. When DS was in first grade, one of his buddies' cat had kittens. He came to the house with a little calico and asked me if I'd take her. And I said, "No, if I ever get another cat, HE is going to be a black one." The little boy said, "OK" and left.
Only to come back a few minutes later with the most darling little black kitten who ever lived. And he said, "You mean like this?" And about that time, the kitten jumped out of his arms and started running along the back of the house. "Get him!" I said, "His name is Hydrox!" I paid the little boy $2.00 for him.
And that was that. Hydrox P. Puddy lived to be a grand old kitty and he died a few months after his 20th birthday. And during that time, he went from being an "only child" to becoming one of as many as eight cats at one time. And to be honest, while he was happy being an only child, I really think that the RugCats kept him young. When the RugCats were RugKittens, Hydrox used to sit on top of the television and look down on the living room floor in dismay at the rest of the clan running around all over the place and I know he used to think, "What happened here? How did this happen? How did I get so many brofurs and sisfurs?"
Currently, we have seven furkids in the house. They frustrate me, they make me spastic sometimes, they make me wonder what I was thinking to have the seven of them in the house. They are the most troublesome, most adventurous, most wonderful cats anybody could ever have. And even though I swear some days that they're all going to the local pound, they even know I don't mean a word of it. I love those kids.
That sounds like great therapy!!
Well, I recently got divorced and so we have split custody of the kids. That hit me pretty hard and I ended up with separation anxiety when they weren't with me. That soon generalized and I started having panic attacks. A friend suggested a cat may help me. Having another little being to care for when I don't have my kids. I've been thinking about getting a pet for a while, and the kids have been begging for years. I talked to my BF about it and he was excited about the idea of getting a cat, so I checked out the website of a local shelter. That's how I found Oliver. Very good decision! He has helped. I love having him around.