Something about me that everyone who knows me can tell you that I love cats. I always knew I was a cat person since I was a child. What attracts me about them is their curious and independent nature. They have so much love to give, but they also want their own space. I guess I can relate to that since I tend to be a very independent person that enjoys my alone time. And they are so cute and funny.
First came our cat Cookies. Some cats have intuition. They can just sense when a person or family is kind. She was pregnant when she wandered at our door and gave birth to a litter cat’s. I pleaded with my parents to keep her. My mom could not say no to little old me or to a defenseless animal that just gave birth, so we watched the kittens grow up and slowly adopted them out to loving homes. Cookies lived with us eleven great years before she said her goodbye to us.
Next came Gino. I had just entered middle school when my mom picked me up and told me my dad had found a little kitten hiding behind one of our trees. He is a white cat with brown and black spots on his face and body. His eyes are blue and round. I think Gino might have been traumatized from the time he spent outside alone because he is an extremely nervous cat. He reminds me a lot of Courage, the Cowardly dog. He jumps at the sound of anything. Anyways, Gino hid for several days behind our tree before finally coming out. But I held out hope he would approach us one day. He must have been hungry and thirsty because one day he approached my dad and caressed his face against my dad’s leg. It has been 16 years and I am glad to say Gino is still with us. He has watched me grow from a young girl to a woman. And I have watched him grow from a kitten to an old man. He cannot run like he used to. His brown and black hairs have now been replaced with white hairs. Watching him grow old reminds me that time has passed, and I have grown older as well. I fear for the day he leaves because it will mark the end of a chapter of my life, but most importantly, it will be like losing a best friend.
In the last four years, my family has adopted three more cats: Foxy, Herb, and Pepper. Foxy is the mother of Herb and Pepper. First, Foxy is a grey and white cat with big green eyes. And Herb is a greyish cat with blue eyes. He is very fat, and I have reprimanded my parents about how fat they let him get. He is full of love. I do not think you will meet a more loving cat than him. Pepper is a grey and white fur ball that looks like Foxy. She is incredibly nervous, and she reminds me of Gino. Sometimes I make an excuse to visit my parents just to see the cats. Currently, only Gino lives with me. I take him everywhere. He has been there to see all my accomplishments and failures. He has always been my roommate. But I am interested in taking Herb off my parents’ hands to get him in shape. I am determined to get him healthy.
I have always had a soft spot for cats. I used to spend my teenage years volunteering at San Antonio Pets alive and bottle-feeding kittens. Friends would tell me they had cats, and I would come over just to meet them. Sometimes my parents would convince me to go to relative’s houses I did not want to go to if they told me they had cats. Oftentimes cats are misunderstood. People always say they are mean and use that to justify their dislike for cats. They say that cats just scratch and hiss, but the truth is cats are extremely loving creatures. They will only do that if they have grown up abused, have never been around humans, or if they are in a situation where they are in danger. I guess the negative things a lot of people say about them have driven me closer to them. Even negative stereotypes that have been passed on for years like “the crazy cat lady” or saying black cats bring bad luck is harmful because it has added on to the negative image people give cats. And it discourages people from wanting to adopt cats. All these lies I see spread about cats makes me feel like I need to protect them. They are defenseless creatures. But they are also amazing companions. Was this all a persuasive piece to convince you to love cats? Maybe. But now you know a little bit about me and my never-ending love for feline creatures