I asked all of you to send your questions my way. I love to answer questions and even more so when they come from you guys. A regular blogging friend MarthaOStout asked a question yesterday that I thought was really fun and I wanted to share the answer with everyone. She asked, “When did you discover that you were a cat person?”
This is actually a really good question. Those who have read my blog know that I LOVE cats. I admit to having a bit of an obsession with them. I love cats and anything cat-related and it gets to the point sometimes that I annoy people in regular conversation because I inevitably steer the discussion to something about cats. You all probably know my cat Chester:
Some might think that he’s just a normal cat, but he’s my little baby. He truly has a personality and he’s constantly entertaining K and I. My friend Jeff used to say that Chester was so eccentric and it’s true 🙂 He gives us a good laugh everyday and he’s such a sweetheart.
Anyway, back to the question. Chester is the first cat I owned on my own. I had two other cats prior to him. When I was younger, we had a cat named Hootie. I really loved Hootie and his markings. He was a cute, brown tabby with white feet that made it look like he was wearing socks. One day he just disappeared and never came back. Hootie was a good kitty. I didn’t have my second cat until years later. My second cat’s name was Oscar. Actually, Oscar still lives with my sister:
Oscar came from my dad’s farm. Oscar’s mother gave birth to a litter of kittens and my brother picked him out and brought him home to my mom’s house. He was our first inside cat. I loved his coloring, especially when he was a kitten. He was a pink kitten! Oscar was the cat that made me realize that I loved cats and was truly a cat person. He is such a sweet cat and so pretty and soft. It was with him that I realized just how darn intelligent cats are! He was far more intelligent than any dog I ever had. I remember he would stand on his hind legs and try to turn the handle on doors in an attempt to open them.
Before Oscar and after Hootie, we had several dogs and only one of those dogs ever left an impression on me. Her name was Angel and she passed away last year. She must’ve been 16 years old. She was a very loyal, good dog. Other than Angel, we had a sheltie, a chow, and a Scottish terrier. I really didn’t like any of those last 3 dogs. Angel is literally the only exception.
After I went off to college and my sister took Oscar to her home, I was cat-less. For years I wanted a cat of my own. K and I always thought that he’d be too allergic and it wouldn’t work. We decided that we could take allergy pills and give the cat baths. With that decision, we went to the shelter and found Chester. He was one of two kittens there at the time. The other kitten was his brother. At the time, Chester’s name was Jeff and his brother was Terry. When I held Chester and played with him in the meeting room, I knew that his name would be Chester and that I wanted him in my life. That was nearly two years ago. He has amazed us with his comedic antics and incredibly intelligence ever since. I’m happy to report that allergies are not a problem 🙂
Well, that was a long story, but that’s how I came to know that I’m a true cat person. I have nothing against dogs and I do think dogs are cute, but there’s just something about cats that melts my heart.
Thanks for reading!