Dogs or Cats?

Cats hands down. However, not just any cat but the two that I’ve come to know. The first one was a rescue. I rescued him when he was just a few weeks old. He was cute as a button, orange fur with big dark eyes. His mom was nowhere to be seen and the poor guy was left to fend for himself. I recall it was cold outside and I took to feeding him whenever I got back home.

I named him Tweety because he chirped like a bird. When a friend caught him and brought him in, I was hooked. I became his mommy and we took to each other very quickly. He even took to sleeping on the other side of the bed and whenever I looked over at night, there he was with his head on the pillow and the blanket pulled halfway up his body. There was something about him that pulled me towards him. He was gentle and a beautiful addition to my life. I remember coming home from the university and when I opened the door, he would be right behind it doing the happy dance! We had many years together and when I moved to Europe, I brought him with me! However, he died a few years later and I was devastated. It was like losing a child. I still call him my first baby.

Chachi, the cat, walked in a few years later. I didn’t want another pet because goodbyes were too hard to bear but the friend decided he knew better and walked in with the fluff ball one day and even though I looked at him suspiciously, the little brat walked in, put one paw on my leg to get a closer look and decided he was home! We are everything to each other even though he thinks he runs the roost! This morning, I was working on the computer when Little Macho walked in with a meow and jumped on the back of the chair and curled up against my back. I was a goner! Things like that make my heart go thump and he does that a lot. Make my heart go thump I mean.

I’ve been lucky to experience two beautiful cats. Both gentle in nature, loving and hardly a bother at all. I know that not all cats are that way. A British friend told me that his sister’s cat bites all the time so I’m thankful that I haven’t had that experience. I still think of Tweety but he has moved on to a better place. I’d like to think that he is with the friend who passed away. Chachi, the cat, is my baby, best buddy and a pain in the you know what but I wouldn’t have it any other way.