As I am awake in the middle of the night from unknown causes, I figure I may as well get up, have a tea, and write a blog post about why my cat is better than any other cat in the world. (At least any other cat I have ever known or heard of.)
I got him from the Windsor-Essex County Humane Society about a year ago; a birthday gift from my ex boyfriend. Before him (my cat), I never liked cats. They terrified me, always looking with their big, brightly-colored, funny-shaped eyes, and they always did bad things, like climb up curtains, sit on tables, and eat houseplants. Nothing about cats appealed to me, except that you could leave them alone for a while and they'd be okay.
When I got my cat, though, I got to foster him for two weeks before deciding if I really wanted to keep him or not. At the beginning of those two weeks, he was sitting on tables, eating houseplants, and attacking me in the middle of the night. After about a week he stopped doing one or two of these things, and I decided I could live with the other thing. Since I am so creative with choosing names, I decided to call him Kitty. Yep. Plain old Kitty. He is anything but plain, though, and I want to share with you the reasons why I have the best cat in the world!
1. He does not meow. Ever.
If it's one thing I hate about cats, it's their incessant meowing. The only time Kitty will even make a squeak is when I go into the kitchen. He's telling me he wants food, and his high-pitched, extremely quiet squeak-meow lets me know he's serious.
2. He doesn't mind wearing clothes.
I like to make cat/small animal clothes (shirts and collars) and he doesn't mind me putting them on and taking them off, even if it is a pink tulle ruffle dress. Though I must say, he does not like hats.
3. He has never pooped or peed outside of his litter box.
4. He does not sit on tables.
This is highly unacceptable to me. Cats walk in their toilets, and when I am at someone's house where their cat is sitting on the table, I am highly grossed-out and cannot think about anything else while I am sitting at said table trying to eat.
5. He knows when it's play time and when it's serious time.
We play in the day and sleep at night, and it's as cut and dry and black and white as that. It took him a while to understand; and when is bad influence cousin Dexter is over, that rule is broken, but what can you do? You gotta let him live a little!
6. He's a cuddler.
I don't particularly like cuddling (I know... what girl doesn't like cuddling?) but I make the exception for my cat. He wants to cuddle when he hears my alarm go off. He wants to cuddle when I get home from school. He wants to cuddle when I am trying to sleep at night. He's always there on the bed, wanting to cuddle more and more and more. It's an insatiable need that he cannot get enough of.
7. He's so handsome!
He's a beautiful Turkish Angora cat with bright green/yellow eyes, a distinct face, and long, white, thick fur he keeps nicely groomed.
8. He doesn't mind baths.
That's not to say that he'll hop in the tub and do a back stroke, but he will stand in the shower while I am bathing him and he doesn't try to scratch my face off or make a death-defying attempt to escape. He needs bathing about once a month when he starts to smell funny (like flowery cat litter - I hate that scent) or his hair feels dirty.
9. He's good at travelling.
He doesn't mind being in a cat carrier, and if there is not one around, we just throw him in the back seat and he lies down on the floor, silent. He looks comfortable and he doesn't complain.
10. He makes me smile.
Whether it's him waiting at the door for me when I get home, coming to cuddle with me when I'm in a bad mood, or visiting me while I am on the toilet, he makes me smile and laugh. We have certain games he really likes to play, like when I shout at him, "BOOGIDY BOOGIDY BOOGIDY!" and he runs around wild-eyed playing chase; he also really likes "the shower curtain game" when you fun your fingers up and down the shower curtain and let him attack you. He likes this one when he invades my privacy in the bathroom.
I'm really glad I lucked out with him, knowing nothing about cats and disliking everything about any other one I've met. It's no wonder why I enjoy being single so much; I have my cat to give me all the company and cuddling I need.And even though he may chew on my houseplants, I will let him because he is not doing any harm to the dead things, anyway. He is a wonderful cat and I wish all people who didn't like cats could meet him and see what he's all about. Everyone loves him. He's the best cat ever, and I don't know what I'll do if I have to leave the country for work and cannot take him with me.
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