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I was never a cat person until this one came into my life. That's not to say I didn't like cats before, but I could never be sure of how they would react to my presence.
I had a friend in grade school who owned three cats and every time I went over to her house, they kept a pretty good distance away from me. One time I was left alone in the bedroom with one of them when, after a really long staring contest, I decided to pet her. She ended up hissing and clawing my hand away. From then on I decided dogs were the better choice for me and practically forgot about cats altogether.
It wasn't until 2.5 years ago when this initially scared, malnourished, and weak creature wandered into the garden of Oli's dad, that I was face to face with another cat.
When she first started living with us, she never got close. Cuddling wasn't an option, petting was only allowed on certain occasions, and any loud noises or sudden movements made her jump. I'm not sure what kind of life she lived until that point but it was certain that she didn't have too many good human experiences. So how did I suddenly become such a huge cat person, despite neither of us having good experiences with the other?
They say you're not a cat person until you have a cat. Truer words were never spoken. If you actually start living with a cat, things change. You start saving cardboard boxes so you can place them in odd places around your house to see if your cat sits in them. You have staring contests with your cat to see who will blink or look away first. You'll notice that if you open any can, your cat starts clawing the counter on her hind legs.
These small moments slowly become a ritual. It did for me and pretty soon she was climbing on top of me and purring like a monster truck when I pet her.
It's hard to believe a life without her now.
Stray Cats That Wander into your Heart
I was never a cat person until this one came into my life. That's not to say I didn't like cats before, but I could never be sure of how they would react to my presence.
I had a friend in grade school who owned three cats and every time I went over to her house, they kept a pretty good distance away from me. One time I was left alone in the bedroom with one of them when, after a really long staring contest, I decided to pet her. She ended up hissing and clawing my hand away. From then on I decided dogs were the better choice for me and practically forgot about cats altogether.
It wasn't until 2.5 years ago when this initially scared, malnourished, and weak creature wandered into the garden of Oli's dad, that I was face to face with another cat.
When she first started living with us, she never got close. Cuddling wasn't an option, petting was only allowed on certain occasions, and any loud noises or sudden movements made her jump. I'm not sure what kind of life she lived until that point but it was certain that she didn't have too many good human experiences. So how did I suddenly become such a huge cat person, despite neither of us having good experiences with the other?
They say you're not a cat person until you have a cat. Truer words were never spoken. If you actually start living with a cat, things change. You start saving cardboard boxes so you can place them in odd places around your house to see if your cat sits in them. You have staring contests with your cat to see who will blink or look away first. You'll notice that if you open any can, your cat starts clawing the counter on her hind legs.
These small moments slowly become a ritual. It did for me and pretty soon she was climbing on top of me and purring like a monster truck when I pet her.
It's hard to believe a life without her now.
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