I am a cat person, through and through. I love all animals, but I just have a special connection with cats, and with this fellow in particular. I think this is because of what we have been through together already in his short (6 months) life thus far. He is fully recovered from his injuries. The vets are amazed at how quickly and fully he did recover.
He is quite a pretty boy and is so soft and fluffy and cuddly. And he is totally my baby; he has completely attached himself to me as his main “person”. He is now six months old and so it was time to bring him to the vet to be, well, how do I put this delicately?….he will never be a father.
“Everything I know I learned from my cat: When you’re hungry, eat. When you’re tired, nap in a sunbeam. When you go to the vet’s, pee on your owner”. – Gary Smith
Willa’s sister — yet to be named — any ideas??
I love cats. I have always loved cats. I love all animals. However, if I have to choose whether I’m a cat or dog person, I would have to say I am a cat person. Since meeting Jean, I never thought I would be able to have a cat as a pet ever again – he is allergic. And then one day, on a very cold day in February a cat collapsed on our doorstep. We took her in and nursed her back to health. I put her on a raw food diet and lo-and-behold, Jean wasn’t allergic to our dear Sally. We are not exactly sure how old Sally is, but the vet said she is definitely over 10 years old.
Yesterday evening I started out for my walk. I didn’t get very far. A teenaged girl was walking towards me with 2 kittens. I remarked how cute they were. She asked me, “do you want them?” We walked back to my house. I called Jean. He said yes. Now we have 2 more cats.
Just call me “the cat lady”.
**edited to add: Willa is really Will — oops, how could we miss that one. Will’s sister is now named Lille.