You and the cat choose each other.
In my time I’ve had the pleasure of sharing my life with many amazing cats.
What the exact number is I’m having trouble calculating but it must be approaching forty. Not all of them at the same time I must add, probably the most at the one time have been a dozen, or perhaps a few more.
Some cats I’ve looked after for a spell while their real people have looked for a new home or gotten over some difficulty or other. Mostly though the cats have been for keeps. Cats near the end of their time in this life and kittens learning what life is about, sick cats, cats that are as fit as a lively fiddle, ugly cats, cats that are as pretty as a chocolate box, bad tempered cats and cats that would give you all the affection that you would ever need. My home has been a home to them all.
You know, I don’t think that it is a question of you choosing the cat or the cat choosing you. You and the cat choose each other, I’m sure of that.
You make the choice to take care of the creature and the cat makes the choice to let you do that or sometimes not.
They don’t ask much from you, just for a commitment. Give them that and they will choose you.
We did not choose Helen.
About 4 years ago my mum’s friend gave her a kitten. My mum did not get to pick from the litter or anything like that so we didn’t exactly choose Helen (our cat).
Sometimes when she is naughty, which is quite a lot really, I think that we should have chosen another cat, especially when she scratches me.
She never scratches my sister.
But I do know that I love her because I was very upset when we thought that we had lost her I cried. But she was only gone two days and I was very happy when she came back home.
I would choose Helen because she is all right really but I don’t know if I would choose my sister. Well sometimes I suppose.
I began my life hating cats and thinking of myself as a dog person.
But cats keep choosing me.
A brother and sister arrived as kittens with a new roommate. Both preferred to climb onto my bed with my dog and me -- completely hostile territory -- to going anywhere near their owner.
When the roommate moved out, there was no question about custody.
Most recently, a feral cat decided I was the one to nurse her back to health. She became an inside cat who tolerated others but who followed me around like a dog. She died two summers ago and I am, so far, catless again.
But thanks to being chosen by cats, I'm getting over the dread of choosing sides I've had since school days when being among the last chosen was my dread.