Just Another Purr-fect Day

the everyday adventures in raising an adopted cat


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And with that, I thank you.

As I’m sitting here writing this, I find myself in a place I have never really been before.

There are a lot of things that are happening around me, and really, I don’t have control of any of it.  I’m about to say goodbye to a lot of things, and I truthfully don’t know how ready for that I truly am.

Tomorrow, the first of my roommates is moving out.  Sunday the next, Monday the last.  News flash: we won’t be moving back in 3 short months.  I’m not ready for everyone to be so far apart.  When will I see everyone again?

Tuesday, I move out.  I have a lot of stuff. Like… a lot.  That’s not my only problem.  Is anyone else scared?  Can I push off being a big kid a little longer? No? Jokes on me, I guess I already am…

My last day at my internship is next week.  My last day of classes is Monday.  Finals end Thursday.  Senior year is over in 6 days.  When did that happen? But really, can anyone answer that?  I graduate in 15 days… excuse my language but what the hell.

Help.  Someone help me, I feel like my life is flying by.

I guess there’s no better time but to tell you guys now…  this blog is also ending.  I’ve learned so much while writing and researching, but it’s time.

I’ve decided that instead of talking about how great my girl is, I just want to experience it.  Instead of writing about life, I want to live it.

And with that, I thank you.


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Do you feel the same way?

People might say that I’ve changed your life.  That I’ve helped you.  Made your life better.  But I don’t think you’re the only lucky one.

You have made my life nothing but better since the day I first saw you.  The second I saw you I knew that you were meant to be in my life, and I was meant to be in yours.  I might have peeked around in the shelter, but I didn’t even want to leave the room.

I wanted to take you home that day.  Right then.  I would have done anything.  It broke my heart to leave you, but I knew you were going to be home with me soon enough.

I feel so lucky that I have you.  Lucky that your old family was cruel to leave you.  Lucky someone found you in the park.

I love when we snuggle during movie time.  Waking up to you purring next to me.  When you rub up against my leg while I get your food ready.  When we play with the laser pointer.

I wish I could bring you with me everywhere I go.

I wish you would stop trying to go outside.  You can’t go outside.  You’d get lost.

I wish I knew what you were thinking.  Do you feel the same way?


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Perhaps…

Quite often I find that I like to pretend I’m spontaneous.  Reality check. So far, it’s pretty far from the truth.  Talk about disappointing…

Understandably so, however. Very accurate portrayal of how any college senior wants to see themselves.  Why do we want to be spontaneous? Xenogenous thoughts brought upon us. Zelotypia of the lives we see around us.

Also, it just sounds like more fun to be spontaneous.  But, let’s be realistic. Commonly I find myself running around like a mad woman.  Daringly pushing through my every day.

Eventually, maybe, I’ll realize that my days are starting to blend together. Fortunately, I don’t really mind.

Gratefully, my days don’t differ too much.  How is that, you ask?  In our house, we don’t stray too much from our routine.  Just like every other family.

Kainotophobia, the fear of change.  Laughing nervously to myself, because it’s a little too accurate.  Most days, I find, end snuggled up with my little family.  Not complaining.  Of course I wonder if I should expand my daily activities, add to my list, shake things up.  Perhaps… but probably not.

 


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Twins?

I’ve found myself at a crossroad.  Because adopting one pet during college isn’t enough, I’ve been fighting a question, even though I already know the answer.

There is a cat, named Autumn, at the shelter we adopted Aria from (People for Cats). And guess what – I want her.

Obviously.

I am convinced that she is related to Aria.  Cat’s can have long lost sisters too, right?  It’s scary how much they look alike.  Here, let’s take a quiz:

Which cat is Aria and which cat is Autumn?

Now, if you’ve been paying attention, you’ll notice that I’ve used one of these pictures before.  But if you didn’t know any better, you really wouldn’t be able to tell the difference.

Now. Here’s my problem. I want – no, scratch thatneed her.

Okay, obviously I know I don’t need her.  I feel like I can’t just leave her there.

Aria would freak out.  We spoil her ridiculously.  It’s our own fault.

As much as I would love to bring her home, I know that we can’t.  And not just because Aria would throw a fit – even though she totally would.

We can absolutely support Aria no problem.  We are able to give her the love she needs and the attention she deserves.  But I truthfully don’t think that we are ready to split our attention.  We just aren’t ready for that responsibility.

Plus, Aria would definitely claw me if we brought another pet home right now.


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the fight to start all fights

All relationships have their ups and downs.  It’s inevitable. We’ve all been there.  It’s okay.

The worst fights always start with the silliest, most non-important fights.  Fights like “I asked you to take the trash out like 8 times!” or “Seriously?? I just cleaned in here…”  What about the “Why did it take you four whole extra minutes to get home from work today?”

“I want to get a… [insert here the kind of pet that you want].” “Yeah, well, I don’t.”

Oh. Okay.  Good talk.

It always starts with one person wanting a pet, and the other person not wanting a pet.  I know, this is complicated stuff we’re talking about.  But this small, not so significant argument generally leads to something else.  Doom.

No, I’m just kidding.  Most of the time, anyway.  The biggest fights always stem from smaller ones.  Generally I find that this is how one of these fights go: (we’re going to use a cat as an example, because, well, I love them)

One person wants a pet, the other doesn’t.  Money is usually one of the first excuses used. Psh. (Just kidding, I know people everywhere are in tough spots.  I’m just sassy.  Money was one of the first reasons Jordan told me we couldn’t get one in September.) The person who wants a cat will say something like, “we can figure it out, and it will be so worth it!”

Then you’ll get a comment on how they need a cat, they need something to love. (I totally said this, and meant it.)  Don’t say it if you don’t mean it. Life rule.

Right about now, the tension is pretty high in the room – and the fight starts to get intense.  Girls pull thoughts and memories literally out of thin air.  How do I know? Because whenever I get mad, you better believe that I will remember every single thing you did that I thought was mean.  Good luck.

Commitment is always an issue that is brought up.  “Why don’t you want to get a pet with me?  Can’t you commit to anything? Don’t you love me?” (I didn’t say these things, they are just examples…)

Here’s the thing.  Sometimes just saying that they don’t want a cat isn’t the good enough.  And we know that.  This is just a lose-lose situation – until the person who doesn’t want a cat gives in, and they get a cat…

I’m only going to say this once so listen up: When discussing getting any pet with your significant other, only talk about getting a pet.  Don’t bring up something he or she did 8 months ago.  Or yesterday, for that matter.  Other topics are for another time.  Don’t make getting a pet turn into why he keeps slurping his coffee and annoying you.  Not the time, not the place.  Save it for the next time he slurps his coffee.  Correct time, correct place.

Don’t make things harder for yourself than they need to be.  Really.  Trust me.


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More than Just an Annoying Sound

Don’t lie.  We’ve all had a moment when the cat is meowing, for no reason known to you, and all you want is to rip your hair out.  If Aria doesn’t like the way I’m facing in bed, she will sit there and meow at me until I turn over so she can cuddle.  I know I should be flattered, but…

A cat’s meow could mean several different things.  I previously wrote a post about wanting to know what my cat was thinking and why she acts the way she does.  In Kate Antoniades’ article The Cat’s Meow: Understanding Your Feline Friendshe gives some great explanations for the different sounds your cat might be making!  She definitely makes a clear presentation of the different sounds.

“Your cat’s vocabulary may seem limited, but you can learn to associate the sounds she makes with certain moods or desires.

  1. The all-purpose “meow” can be a greeting, a command, an objection, or an announcement, like “Here’s your mouse!”
  2. Chirps and trills are how a mother cat tells her kittens to follow her, and if you have more than one cat, they will often converse with each other this way. (If your kitty chirps at you, she may want to lead you somewhere—probably to her food bowl.)
  3. Chattering is the strange noise your cat makes when she’s sitting at the window watching birds or squirrels.
  4. Her rumbling purr is usually a sign of contentment, but she may sometimes purr when she’s anxious or sick as a way to comfort herself, like a child sucking his thumb.
  5. Growling, hissing, and spitting indicate that your cat is annoyed, frightened, angry, or defensive.
  6. The yowl or howl is a long, drawn-out meow with a few possible meanings: your cat is scared, in pain, looking for a mate, or has captured prey.”

Purina does a pretty good job of explaining this as well – similar but different.

Aria doesn’t do a lot of growling, so I guess that is definitely a good thing.  But she doesn’t really have anything to defend herself against… Jordan wants to get a puppy when we move – I’m sure that will go over oh so well.

Caroline Golon wrote an article on petfinder.com, entitled Cat Talk: 10 Reasons Cats Meow.  Even though they are not the top three, these are the three that Aria does the most:

“8) I want food – The “I’m hungry” meow is likely one all cat parents know well. “Lots of cats know just how to tell their families that it’s time for dinner,” says Petfinder.com senior producer Jane Harrell. “My cat Mojo would run around after me, meowing the whole time if she thought dinner was going to be late.”

7) Pay attention to me – Sometimes cats talk simply because they want your attention – and they learn that meowing gets them just that. “Cats often meow to initiate play, petting or to get you to talk to them,” explains Web MD.

6) Let me in – “If a door is closed, cats might meow to get you to open it for them,” says Harrell. “I have a foster cat who meows every time I close the bedroom door. She doesn’t want to come in – she just doesn’t like having it closed.””

Aria does these. All. the. time.  God forbid I close to the door to use the bathroom.  You’d think she was dying out there.  She hates being restricted.  We have a room in the apartment that she isn’t allowed into – it has a lot of random stuff in there and there is a strong possibility that she could get lost in the tiny room for hours.  She sits outside that door at least twice a day and just meows at it.

WebMD (for kitties!)  has some really great explanations for other reasons why your cat could be meowing, especially if it is excessive.  If you think someone could be wrong, you should definitely take the cat to the vet!! Check it out.

Even though meowing can start to get a little irritating at times, there is usually some type of reasoning behind it.  Just because you don’t know what that reasoning is doesn’t mean it’s not there!! the ASPCA gives some great tips on what NOT to do if you think your cat is meowing too much!

“Do not ignore your cat when she meows. The one exception is if you know for certain that she’s meowing to get you to do something she wants. In every other instance, it’s safest to assume that something’s wrong—she may not have access to her litter box, or her water bowl may be empty, or she may be locked in a closet. Always make sure that her needs are met before assuming that she’s just being demanding by meowing at you.

Do not scold or hit your cat for meowing too much. While these punishments may send her scurrying at first, they are unlikely to have a lasting effect on her meowing behavior. They may, however, cause her to become fearful of you.”

Thankfully, I don’t do those things to Aria!  Usually I spoil her rotten, even when I shouldn’t.  But how can I say no to snuggling with my princess?

 


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A Match Made in Heaven

I didn’t always want a cat.  Actually, for a really long time, I never really had any interest in cats.  No opinion either way. My Nanna had two cats at her house.  And my Grammy had a cat too.  Named Kitty, actually.  It’s not like I didn’t grow up with them.

I always had it in my head that I would never have a cat because my dad is allergic to them.  And I’m allergic to them.  And dogs.  But we had a lot of those too.

I never thought of myself as a cat-lady.  I actually was convinced I would get a puppy. Never did I ever think I would get a kitten, let alone an adult cat.  An ex-boyfriend of mine was in love with cats, and I always refused getting one.

But I have a weird plot twist for you all:  As it turns out, I’m not allergic to Aria, and I’m really glad I have her.

God knows why, but I’m not allergic to her.  I’m allergic to the cats I care for over the summer. I’m allergic to the cats of all the families I babysit for.  But not Aria.  It’s really almost like a match made in heaven.

In September, something in my brain flipped a switch.   I don’t know what did it, or why it happened, but here we are.  I am the proud mother of a three year old (almost four!!), crazy energetic, snuggly tortoiseshell cat.


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a place for help – a place to help.

A shelter is an amazing place.  Any type of shelter, be it for people, or pets.

A place for help – A place to help.

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When Jordan and I started looking into where we wanted to adopt from, we wanted a loving and caring place – of course, right?  We came out to be so lucky in that People for Cats is such a wonderful adoption shelter.

On their Facebook page, the cover photograph on the page is all of the foster parents for the cats that had been in the shelter.

I have never felt so welcomed by a place full of people that I barely knew.

They didn’t only want to help me – they wanted to help every single cat that was with them.

I know every shelter is different, but every shelter still has the same goal, the same idea: to help someone/something that can’t help itself.  Coming together and putting someone else’s needs above their own.

Together.


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Walking Into an Adoption Center…

…and this is what you find.  Well, this is what I found anyway.

A lot of cats.

A kindle of kittens playing with their scratching posts, toy mice and jumping around with each other.  And then of course there were the cats that were trying to sleep, even though they were clearly being annoyed by at the meowing going on around them.  How rude.  When I like to sleep, I like my quiet too. Poor kitties.

Now for an ailurophile like myself, this was complete heaven.

Some rooms had kindles of cats, and some only had one or two.  That’s where Aria was, our little tortie.  She wasn’t feeling so good the first time I met her, she had just gone to see the doctor. Such a tired kitty, she was.

Let me add in a little back story – I was dead set on adopting a kitten – no more than 8 months old.  At first, I wouldn’t even look at an older cat. But when I saw Aria, I fell in love.  That’s always how the story goes, right?  I really did. Such a pretty little queen she was – and still is.

Jordan didn’t meet her until a few days later when we went to go pick her up.  Talk about having blind faith in me and my decision… And even though we know she was excited to be leaving the shelter, believe me, she wanted nothing to do with being put in her carrier.  She scratched Jordan within 5 minutes of us being there. 5. Good first impression huh?  What a miserable car ride home that was.

Lots of meows, let me tell you.

Happy Mommy.  Happy Daddy. Happy Cat.

Happy Family.