I’m feeling really guilty. My blog is only a few months old and I’ve already talked at length about my sweet husband and our dog Oscar, yet I’ve barely given so much as a mention to our cat, Sophie. Poor little thing. So, for those of you who don’t like cats, whatever the reason may be (no judgment here) consider this your warning. Today I will be talking about my beloved little cat so that, if nothing else, I can assuage the guilt that is hounding me. Okay, I’m being a little dramatic, but I do feel bad.
See, Sophie and I go way back as I got her when she was about two months old. She was part of a litter that was being given away so I snatched her up.
I brought her home to live with my roommates, my roommate’s cat and me. She was such a sweet little kitty. I remember how I always petted her and tried to cuddle with her, mistakenly thinking that it was just a matter of training (nurture vs. nature perhaps?). I didn’t realize that it had little to do with the way I treated her and more to do with her breed and characteristics. I found out years later that tuxedo cats apparently are loyal to one person and one person only.
That quality has been Sophie’s downfall. During the first eight years or so that I had her, it was just the two of us against the world. I would come home from a long day and she would greet me with her little (okay, loud) meows and cries for treats. She slept with me every night and kept me company when I was lonely. But it’s not just me anymore.
Thankfully I’ve only had one other roommate plus my husband in the nine years that I’ve had her, but she’s never warmed up to any of them. And oh how my husband has tried! He’s given her treats, he’s tried petting her, but nothing works. His efforts are usually met with a small meow as Sophie tolerates his advances but as soon as she tires of him, her meows turn to hisses and swats.
I sort of feel sorry for her. I mean she’s probably just misunderstood, right? Couldn’t all of her defensive reactions simply be a manifestation of her fear?
Whatever!
She’s snooty and I love her! She can be a pain in the butt, but I love her. She is loud when she wants something and she can be very “talkative” and I love that too.
I especially love how she manages to find herself in the strangest places. Of course for her, being sandwiched in the bookshelf may not be strange at all.
And certainly hanging on to the top of the refrigerator gives her the best view of the room, wouldn’t you say?
And the bathroom – she has just as much right to be in the shower as anyone else does.
But I really don’t have an excuse for her here. (Don’t worry – I cleaned the sink afterwards.)
We’ve found her all over the house. Curling up on seat cushions,
basking in the glow of the bedside lamp,
and trying to have a private moment in the facilities.
Her favorite place in the whole house, though, no matter which house we have lived in, is the window sill. She can sit there for hours just watching the world go by. Rain, snow,
or shine.
So even though she can be something of a brat, she pretty much keeps to herself. In fact, hours will go by without us hearing a peep from her. Perhaps that’s why I had forgotten to mention her before? Well, either way, now you know about her and I can continue on without feeling guilty. I feel much better now.
Thanks.
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