For the A-to-Z Challenge 2017 I’m writing all about myself. Every post will be some random fact or bit of information about me that you may or may not have already known. Maybe you’ll learn something! Feel free to let me know! ^_^
How about a silly post for today? Cats! Let’s talk about cats!
I was obsessed with cats when I was a kid. Part of that was because we didn’t have any pets and nearly everyone I knew growing up had either a cat or a dog (sometimes both). There was a perfectly good reason that we didn’t have pets – my mom and I are both allergic to pet dander, her so much so that she can have trouble breathing – but as a kid you don’t care about logic, and all I wanted, desperately, was a cat. I had so many stuffed cats, all with names, and at one point I even had imaginary pet cats…take that as you will.
Eventually I did something that was technically very, very stupid, and went out and adopted two kittens while I was in college and still living at my parents’ house. They had a dual-reaction of wanting to murder me and also kinda falling in love with the kitties, so I survived that particular event, luckily. I also lived in that basement at that point, so that helped with the non-murder.
I named my two kitties – who were brothers – Maximus and Commadus, because I loved the movie Gladiator at the time, and shortened them to Max and Comma (and there were plenty of jokes about that, I assure you). Later on when my husband and I were first living together as boyfriend and girlfriend, we adopted another kitty we happened to find on the streets, looking for food and picking a fight with a really, really big dog. No one ever claimed her, so we ended up keeping her, and she wound up with the auspicious name “Little Bitch” because that’s what we were constantly calling her when she kept picking fights with the two boys.
Unfortunately Max died quite suddenly one night – we’re not sure what happened, but he’d been finding places other than the litter box to hide and pee, so we assume he had some kind of health problem – but Comma and Little B are still with us today. My daughter loves them, which is going to bring up some difficulties soon since they’re both at least ten years old now. I can’t wait for that discussion. Ugh.
In fact, she loves cats at least as much – and possibly more – than I ever did. It makes me see a little bit of myself in her, but also makes me groan because, as much as I’ve loved my cats, when they’re gone I don’t ever plan on getting any more of them. That’s okay though…I’ll just keep drowning her in kitty plushies like I’m already doing, and I’m sure that will keep her happy…at least until she hits college. ^_~
Do you have any pets? What kind? Feel free to leave a comment down below!