We lost our oldest kitty, Katya, on June 7. She had been diagnosed with cancer about six months before, and had done pretty well for most of that time. I’ll always be grateful for that time with her – knowing you’re going to lose someone, whether it be animal or person, makes it so much easier to appreciate the time with them. When she started to go downhill, we knew it was time to give her a peaceful exit.
Katya was a sweet cat; the closest thing we had to a “lap cat” (actually, she preferred to sit on my chest while I was lying in bed, trying to read). She was, nonetheless, an imperfect (cat)woman. She was kind of whiny; we used to liken her to a sulky teenager who seemed to always feel like she was getting the short end of the stick (she’d stare at you balefully if she caught you petting one of the other cats).
One of her biggest “imperfections” (or should I say “impurrfections” – yuk yuk) was a strange habit she developed at some point in her middle years. She would use her paw to move the cat food dishes on the kitchen floor; they’d start out against the wall, out of the way, and slowly morph their way to the center of the floor, perfectly placed for being stepped on or inadvertently kicked in the middle of the night (if we were really lucky, the dish would be full of dry kibble that would go flying everywhere). Her reasons for doing this were entirely mysterious, and attempts to discourage the practice by changing the type of food dish, putting the dishes on a rubber mat, etc., were all unsuccessful.
Katya, I miss you. ~ Jennie
We recently adopted a little kitten who my daughter christened Simba Kittykins. The kitten is a doll, and like her momma, she was one of a batch born on my porch. However, her momma was born feral and there was no touching.
Momma’s siblings scattered, but she made my porch a partial home and became more friendly. As time passed, she decided she liked being petted and quit hissing at us. So, when Simba was born, we were able to tame the litter and find homes for all the kittens. The neighborhood kids were more than willing to hold them and get the furry little things accustomed to us giant scary people.
The last thing I wanted was a cat, but she stole our hearts. I am much more of a dog person. Plus, I have an older cat who is the queen of the house and I wasn’t sure how it would affect her. We also have a Cocker-Shih Tzu (named Nibbles) and he would like nothing more than to shake a kitten really hard. The first few weeks, we had to keep Simba separate from Nibbles to keep her safe. To my surprise, he now sees her as a friend and wants to play. Simba’s still a little too
intimidated to participate much, but I believe they are going to be great friends.
One day, I turned on cat videos to see if she would watch. She was intrigued and then decided to take a nap. I know a lot of cats are problematic in walking across the keyboards. She sees it as a good place to lay down her head. Simba is very playful and shows her wild side streaking across the house jumping from chair to chair. She cracks me up thinking she is powerfully stealth when slinking low under a chair. She truly believes we can’t see her as she readies to leap and pounce at our feet. She is also sweetly loving. When Simba wants to cuddle she will nuzzle your cheek and gently put her paws up on your face. It’s darling, but all I can think is those paws were in the litter box. What can I say? I got suckered in by love and cuteness and my daughter is thrilled to have a pet that sleeps on her bed. ~ Lily
Hampton is the newest addition to our family. We weren’t sure how he would get along with the other cat and two dogs we have but he’s settled himself right in. He’s even taught our other cat that drinking out of a sink faucet is better than from the water bowl. He’s demanding. He’s sassy. And he can give dirty looks like no other animal I’ve ever met. He also likes it rough. Petting that is. Get your mind out of the gutter! ~ Jen
Imperfect pet? You bet!
Buster has been with us since he was just an 8 week old, “free to a good home” kitten. He has been perpetually hungry, whining, and drawn to the forbidden counter tops for 9 years. We got him to keep the field mice away from the house, but the only thing he has managed to catch are baby bunnies, baby songbirds, and fleas. Our dwarf hamster (RIP Tippy) terrified him. When we got a puppy he refused to come up from our basement for 6 months and developed bulimia. He expanded from 10 to almost 14 pounds. After a strict regimen of measured kibble and exercise, he is now a skinny senior cat who has decided to give up grooming himself. He looks just awful. There is nothing wrong with him except his difficult, cranky, independent personality. I know. I spent over $100 for unnecessary blood work for this little guy. He makes our beloved dog nervous, cries at my bedroom door at 3 AM for no reason, and recently shredded my new Egyptian cotton sheets.
And we absolutely adore him! ~ Ann
We would love for you to all tell us about your lovable impurrfect pets!