Who, in their right mind…would own a cat?
To word that properly, you don’t really own your cat. It’s your cat who ends up owning you. That includes your house, your favorite chair, your bed, your personal space, and everything else which you think belongs to you.
You feed him and you make sure he has enough water. When he’s not feeling well, you take him to the vet, and what does he do for you in return? Nothing, because all he does is sleep, eat, and use the litter box. He scratches and bites you, not to mention anything about the most horrendous of smells he occasionally makes. Is that because he is a male cat?
So how on Earth can a cat be loved, and why?
I had been trying to answer this question myself for a few years, but I haven’t managed to find just a single answer.
It boils down to being a question of emotions.
Cats come to you when they feel hungry. When it’s cold they stay on your lap, but not because they are being affectionate, it’s because they want to absorb your body heat. When you’re eating, or rustle a wrapper, you find them there too. It seems like all they do is want something from you.
However, when you go home you find him waiting for you, that is, unless he’s asleep. Cats can be loving creatures, even though at times they are a bit complex. And yet, after all these things, if you go home and your cat isn’t waiting for you, you think something awful must have happened.
When they are sick, you pray that they get well quickly.
You even end up paying astronomical vet bills to bring them back to health. Sadly enough, when they eventually go to Cat Heaven, you shed more than just a tear. Who’s a big softy?
So you see, there are various reasons why I’m drawn to our recent cat, Rodger. He’s a pea-brain most of the time, and he just comes up and scratches me for no good reason. He also has a tendency of hiding behind something, then grabs my ankles. Without wanting to, I’ve often kicked him since he finds himself in front of my feet while I’m walking. Afterwards I feel sorry for him, even though it’s his fault in the first place. I did think about kicking him many times before, but never actually do, not intentionally anyway.
Of all the cats we’ve had in this house, Rodger, although being a happy cat, is the most plonker cat of them all. Some say it’s because he’s a ginger. That may be the case, as gingers are said to be temperamental.
Along the years, I’ve studied our cats, their behavior, their habits, their likes and dislikes. I’ve talked to other cat owners who have had cats from the beginning of time, and I’ve also consulted with vets specialized in their fields.
All this has vastly increased my knowledge about cats, and the way I look at them. My experiences with these fluffy, beloved and crazy creatures have enriched my life beyond my wildest of dreams. It is with this insight in mind that I will share with you, along the way, my profound understanding of cats, and their poop.