Meow

You must be groaning: Oh, no, more about cats?

A month ago I would have said no, of course not. But now I admit it. It’s a new day. Yvonne and I are cat people. 

Recently we acquired two kittens, and they are, well, cute. No other way to put it. And these kittens, unlike many, love people. They follow us around from room to room, settling onto a chair or a table or a carpet to watch the crazy things people do. If we’re not crazy enough that particular day, they entertain themselves by rolling on the floor or hurling themselves at each other. At which point they stop watching us, and we watch them.

Our cats’ breed is Ragdoll. They prove it by, when held up by their front paws, flopping like fish or a pair of stuffed sox. The breed is also known by its affectionate behavior, to which Yvonne and I can attest.

Of the two of us, Yvonne is the more affectionate. She will pick up one of our kitties, clutch it to her chest, and mother it within an inch of its life. The cats seem to like it. I enjoy petting them, but my behavior is a bit calmer. 

Rather than trying to shut the cats out of our bedroom, we invited them in immediately, and now our little friends sleep around us and occasionally on us. Sometimes they trample across. It’s amazing how much energy can be generated by two-pound critters.  

We’ve already experienced one medical incident, on which we spent an embarrassing amount of money and energy. It made perfect sense to us: these are our kids. 

In the past, we’ve loved dogs and spent hours on them. Somehow, magically, cats have no such burdon. They take care of themselves. They don’t need to go on a walk. They go to the bathroom on their own. They are affectionate without being cloying. They don’t bark.   

Get one!