If he is comic, it is only because of the incongruity of so demure a look and so wild a heart. ~Alan Devoe
I am not a morning person. Wait! Under certain circumstances I might be considered very much a morning person, but even so, the term night owl is still more likely to refer to me. I do my best thinking at night, usually because that is when my busy world finally becomes quiet. Because of this, I usually come to consciousness each morning, slowly, gradually.
This morning was no different. I realized I was awake before my eyes actually opened. I felt the slight pressure on my legs of another being in my bed, then another weight between my legs. Yes, most definitely, there were not one but two men in my bed and both of them there at the same time! It was only moments before some serious tussling activity ensued, around me, on top of me, beside me. My two male cats were at it again wrestling, scrapping, clawing and scratching playfully as two young cats will do.
I’ve never been much of a cat person really. For pets, I’ve always chosen dogs. This summer, a friend of mine had a cat that got out and as cats will do, this one ended up pregnant. From the get-go she began working on me to take one of the kittens. I already had a dog. A cat was not something I needed.
To make a long story short, she convinced me. Or more accurately, she convinced my youngest daughter. Upon the condition that I would not have to touch the litter basket and that I would not be responsible for that mess, I agreed to take one kitten. So, my youngest daughter and I went over to my friend’s house and chose our kitten when it was only a few weeks old. When the kittens were old enough, we went to pick up our new little fluffy member of the family. As we were doing so, I noticed one of the brothers frolicking around. It was a cute little black tabby thing with gold eyes. I was irresistibly drawn to this little guy and, you guessed it, instead of coming home with one cat, I came home with two.
I have not yet regretted this act of complete impulsivity. Some would call it insanity and in my BC life (Before Cats) I would have agreed. Not so, these days. The kids have been absolutely terrific about keeping the litter box cleaned out daily. Feeding them is no chore nor is keeping the water dish full. We have one of those watering tower things and that works perfectly. I am absolutely certain that rodents will not venture near my home anytime soon so the presence of my cats serves a utilitarian purpose, but they also add a positive emotional dimension to our home.
Cats are both wonderfully affectionate and yet very independent. Unlike a dog who will jump up and pounce all over you, licking and slobbering before you’ve even set your laptop down a cat will sit on the couch or by the wall staring silently at you as you enter the abode after a long day of work. A cat will not run and pounce excitedly smothering you with affection before you’ve had a moment to relax. A cat waits. A cat watches. A cat might follow you from room to room enjoying your presence. Once settled, a cat will gracefully rub up against your legs, curl up in your lap or beside you on the couch. A cat somehow stays connected, but remains independent.
I love that about my cats. They truly are two cool cats. I never thought I’d ever be a cat person, but I’m afraid I’ve been won over by these two characters. It is so nice waking up to something warm, cuddly and soft each morning. It does a great deal to stave off the loneliness I often experience when the kids are away for extended periods of time as has been the case this holiday. I don’t feel so completely alone. There are other creatures in my life giving to me and me to them in a caring and nurturing way.
And…until the day comes (if it comes) when I am instead waking up to something warm, cuddly and hard and human…these two boys do a great deal to put a smile on my face each morning with their antics. Granted, they aren’t the same kind of antics I would otherwise someday hope to enjoy again, but then there are many ways of enjoying life aren’t there?
The Wild Mind
Cats come and go without ever leaving. ~Martha Curtis
You cannot look at a sleeping cat and feel tense. ~Jane Pauley