Cat of the Day
I have the sweetest cat. Thank you, Lord. Don’t get me wrong, even if I’d had the misfortune of having a mean one I’d just deal with it, since I don’t believe in giving up the animals you made a commitment with unless something is really amiss. Of course I realize there are extreme instances that do warrant replacement, and by that I mean re-homing.
In any case, both of the past two cats I’ve owned are simply… well, female. My Sadie who passed in 2006, was a Queen. She never knew a stranger, and would come up to non-cat persons and make a spot on their lap – providing them with the added bonus of making biscuits. This always got a giggle out of me. Camille, my current babygirl, is a Princess. She however is an introvert, and takes much time to acquire the trust of any person. The two personalities couldn’t have been any further apart.
I’m quite aware that there are loads of cat-haters out there. I even read a post of a favorite blogger recently about how loathsome this person thought cats were… he wrote of how they ‘lurk in the shadows’ and ‘don’t ever show theirselves unless it’s to attack’. Sweet bejesus, nothing could be further from the truth. This person obviously neither a) never owned a cat, b) had a feral (wild) cat, or c) lived a party-like-its-1999 lifestyle where the animal was just plain afraid to come out.
How about this… my girl meets me at the door every day. If she’s not there yet, then she’s running (yes running) from the back bedroom to the front door to me – bleary-eyed as hell from her afternoon-long nap. It’s the same ritual every day… I scoop her up on my shoulder and start talking baybay talk to her. She, in turn, starts snuggling my neck as if wanting to almost crawl into me. I walk her around the condo bouncing her like a baybay (should I be embarrassed?) (have I mentioned how very vocal she is?). She is so vocal during the rest of the night that I’m beginning to realize I need a laptop BAD. The crying that goes on during my time behind the iMac is absolutely unreal. All the instances in-between this are… well, let’s just say that we never lack for conversation. The word spoiled pretty much sums it up! I need to add in the fact that she absolutely LOVES my guy. And that, ummm… she owns him. 😉
I entered Camille in the Cat for a Day contest on a local country station, Kat Country 96.9 (wkktfm.com). While I believe that most entries secure a spot on the calendar, I was surprised that my entry today made tomorrow’s calendar spot. So, therein lies Camille’s 15 minutes of Limelight.
I’m proud of my July 29, 2010 kitty…
Life of Bon 
Aw, sweet thing! I love my cats. No drool, no ripped up hardwoods, no pooper scoopers. Just purring, rubbing love and a couple of dead chipmunks.
July 29, 2010 at 11:21 am
Haha Emily… unconditional love cannot be argued, no matter what the species. But low-maintenance when ya live on the third floor speaks volumes…
August 2, 2010 at 10:59 pm
Go Camille! I love cats. And always answer the question, “If you were an animal, what would you be?” with “CAT, of course” 🙂
July 29, 2010 at 12:13 pm
Izzie, I always love to hear of fellow feline-lovers. And yes, it most definitely would be a cat!! 🙂
August 2, 2010 at 11:00 pm
You have a cat lover here! Your Camille is one of a kind and very affectionate. Female cats may be more affectionate than males. Not sure, though. Camille IS your baby! Shady is my boy. He had a difficult past, but he trusts me now. Yet he is not like the female cats I’ve had in the past. He wants to dominate. I am not sure how to explain that theory, but I think it’s true. I wouldn’t trade him for any other cat. I am sure that you feel that way about Camille.
July 29, 2010 at 1:06 pm
Carol, I agree with your analysis of the female. Yes, the males do seem to yearn to dominate. Sweet Shady is a beautiful boy!! My daughter has a male, and my mother had a male for many years – although they are also ‘affectionate’ they do require a bit more playing (activity) time. Umm-hmmm… are we on to something here? 🙂
August 2, 2010 at 11:04 pm