My mother loves her kitties very much...but she doesn't love them like I love them. Or at least she doesn't want to admit it!
I remember when her baby Peaches was a kitten and we went away for the weekend. When I returned home my mother called me with a sound in her voice like I've never heard before. She had gone back home and couldn't find Peaches. Finally she'd found her wedged behind her very large (7' tall by 12' wide) solid oak entertainment center. I rushed to her house and she'd taken a hammer and nearly destroyed this entertainment center which she LOVES and cost her several thousand dollars - simply trying to get to the kitty. She was hysterical. Now, this is a woman who's granddaughter was kidnapped and murdered and even when this happened, I did not see her like this! Seriously!
Now comes the weird part...I told her to move back, took out a drawer in this thing to get a good grip and LIFTED IT!! It took 4 guys to bring that sucker in and position it in my mother's house! But when a mama needs to do something, she does it
The kitty nearly lost her eye and her neck was stiff for a long time, but she made a full recovery. Now my mother doesn't laugh at me so much when I treat my babies like kids
I have a 10 year old daughter and I love her more than anything in the world, no exceptions. But my furbabies are right up there. I can't really compare the love i feel for them with anything else, as it is unique and far too precious to compare. I have always had a cat and I think I have come to rely upon them for my peace of mind, my sanity and my tranquility.
I can hear the bell around Pookie's neck jingling right now as he runs from place to place and just that little tingle comforts me and I can't be lonely. When I feel like poo, there is always a furry friend to comfort me and cheer me up - they definitely know when they're most needed. When I lose one of them it tears me apart. I lost a child 11 years ago and the grief I feel, I must say, is not like the grief I felt when I lost my daughter, but it is the nearest thing to it that I've ever felt...including when my beloved grandfather died (I know, that sounds terrible, doesn't it?).
Some people have called me the crazy cat lady. They think I'm a little nuts when it comes to cats, and maybe I am...but it is the way I was made. If God didn't want me like this, he wouldn't have made me allergic to everything under the sun (INCLUDING the sun!)....everything except for cats
My family has always joked with me that it doesn't matter if I'm in the middle of the Sahara, a cat will find me...and they do! I'm a cat magnet! I consider it one of the many gifts that God has given me, and I don't intend to waste it.