Friday, February 13, 2009

My Love List Day 13- I Love Cats


I love animals and especially cats. I know it seems people either love cats or hate ‘em, but I’ve always loved felines. I think if people hate cats, it’s because they’ve never had a cat that loved them like mine do. Maybe they never had a cat greet them when they come home with a special meow.

This is a picture of me with my favorite cat of all time--Tiger. I made her a special crown--complete with masking tape to attach it to her head! :-)

My cats are outdoor cats and it’s amazing how they seem to always know when we step outside. At three o’clock in the morning when my daughter had croup a couple weeks ago and I took her outside to help her breathe, both of our cats showed up. Patches, our female feline, jumped right into our laps and purred as loud as possible and Tigger—the male came meowing around the corner as if he was asking, “What are you doing awake at this hour?”


I’ve loved many cats and dogs through the years and sadly had to say good-bye to more than I would’ve liked, but I do have good memories. When my husband and I moved into our first home we acquired some wonderful farm cats from my parents. Mowgli, my favorite little cat, was so petite. She looked like a year old-kitten when she was full-grown. Whenever Steve or I would walk through the garage she would try to get on a shelf or the car so she could jump onto our shoulders. It was the funniest thing. Every time we sat down on the front steps, she would be on someone’s shoulder as fast as she could.

When I was young, our cats often had kittens in the window-wells and so I would pop out the screen of my basement window and sneak the kittens inside. The poor things endured being dressed up in baby clothes with bonnets and anything else I could think of.


One of my favorite games was to play with my little brother and sister with the “Queen’s cats.” The cats were in danger and we had to save them. We would wrap all the kittens in a blanket and carry them off to a “safe spot” to rescue them. I don’t remember much else about the game, but we probably had some of the tamest kittens around.

I think people who love animals have a tender heart. I watched my mom and dad nurse many a tiny kitten or puppy who was the runt of the litter back to health. My dad

was the in-house veterinarian, always working on the animals to make sure they were healthy.

Maybe some of you will think I’m silly—but I’m betting that others will have the same wish—I hope if I get to heaven I’ll get to see my pets again. It only seems fair, doesn’t it—that animals who were so loving and brought so much joy to my life would have a chance to be loved again?

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