I am not a fan of cats. In fact, I think they’re creepy and weird.
However, in 2017, I gave in to family pressure to own a pet. And so, we have a cat named Rosie.
We adopted Rosie from the local council. At the time, she was three. She doesn’t like other cats, so was kept inside her ‘cat condo’ while we checked out some of the others. T1, T2 and our girl were patting and chasing those cats who’d been let out to play, and I heard a noise. I turned to to see Rosie, scratching the perspex, as if to say, ‘Don’t forget about me!’ I said to everyone, ‘What about this one?’
She ended up coming home with us that day.
I have to say, she’s a pretty good cat, as far as cats go. She tends to leave me alone, and I her. I don’t mind her, really. I guess I am used to her presence in our home.
There are aspects that I dislike to owning a cat. She sometimes, purposely I might add, leaves her daily business on the floor just next to the litter tray. This is highly annoying, wouldn’t you say? Huge mess to clean up, requiring wads of paper towel, disposable gloves, wet wipes, disinfectant, and a bag. The other, less annoying but still messy feature of a cat in our home, is the shedding fur. There is cat hair EVERYWHERE and it gathers in clumps, under chairs and beds, near skirting boards. The vac is brought out near-daily to rid the house of it. I could go on with the likes of scratching furniture and rugs, and the kitty litter bits sprinkled over the floor when she steps out of her tray.
But, the benefits of having Rosie in our midst are huge. Our kids love her, and never whinge about doing the assigned tasks to looking after her. Rosie is a very docile cat and allows my daughter to pick her up six billion times a day to carry her somewhere in the house. She hardly ever swipes or nips. She sits on T1’s lap in the morning, after he lets her out of her bedsit and feeds her. She rubs the kids’ legs as she walks by. And, I think Hubster is her favourite person; after the kids have gone to bed, she prowls her way to him and sits on his lap while we enjoy the peace and quiet.
I’ll never be a cat person, though.
Image: author’s own.