The kind of cat I would have chosen.
I cannot write much about choosing Nana, it was not a question of choosing this cat or that cat. An acquaintance of mine ask me if I wanted a cat.
I said yes, just like that. No thinking about it, and I did not discuss it with my husband or my children. Strange because the thought of taking on any kind of pet had not entered my thoughts.
Nana had belonged to an elderly lady who was moving in to a care home, she could not take her pet cat with her.
When I explained to my family about the new addition to the house I exaggerated and told them that the cat was going to be put to sleep in three days if nobody wanted her.
The children were tickled pink, Nana won their hearts straight away. My husband was not as angry as I thought he was going to be. He was a little annoyed that I had agreed to take the cat without asking, but he too was fascinated with her.
Nana herself took to her new family right from the start. I imagine that as soon as she realized that this is where she is getting her food the she has no worries. She had no hesitation in using her new litter box and I'm glad to say there has been no accidents. If I had a choice Nana is just the kind of cat I would have chosen.
by Dave Crompton
I don't know if choosing came into it. My son was living with me at the time and he just took it upon himself to bring the little critter home. Of course there was no consultation with me about the matter beforehand, of course there wasn't.
It was “We have a kitten” and that was that. Truth to tell I did not take a lot of interest at first, did not have much of an interest in kittens or cats. My son fed the kitten, got him his shots and got him fixed.
But over time I grew attached to Jackson, as my son called him. Good thing I did too because around two years to the day that he brought Jackson home he moved out. He landed himself a job out of state and couldn't take the cat with him, no pets in the apartment.
He asked me to take on the critter. I said that I would but if the cat started to bother me he would be given away to some other sucker. But even as I said the words I knew that Jackson had won a place in my heart, the cat would stay.
I don't know if that is choosing, but I wouldn't want to part with him.
Jackson is an orange tabby, well almost orange, sort of faded. He is here when he wants to be and when he isn't, well I don't know where he is. I know this, Jackson knows when my son is due to pay a visit. He is always in the house waiting for him to arrive. Not sure if Jackson would await my arrival if I went absent, but if Jackson went missing that would leave one heck of a hole.