I was never really a ‘cat person’. I grew up with dogs – big, hairy, smelly dogs that bounded around the house and came everywhere with us. We were dog lovers through and through. Cats were for wimps.
When I moved into my own place, I missed the companionship of a pet. From fish to hamsters to guinea pigs to the aforementioned canines, I’d always had a pet by my side… but working full time meant a dog was out of the question. Still under the impression I was definitely not a cat person, I spent a few years pet-free.
Then, I started freelancing and working from home. I was toying with the idea of bringing in a dog to keep me company during the day, when an email from an ex-colleague popped into my inbox. Her cat had kittens, and they’d all been adopted except one. She attached a slightly blurry photo of this ball of black fluff, and I was sold. Rob needed no convincing – he’s had cats forever and it was love at first sight.
Travis came to live with us in early September 2011. He was a tiny, timid bundle of nerves in our big living room. But he soon settled in, and now he’s the king of the house.
He’s a funny fella with a real personality, strutting about with his tail in the air or sitting on the wall outside our house, charming passersby with his croaky meow and big yellow eyes. He definitely rules the roost – we don’t have a cat flap so have to let him in and out at his every whim, he sleeps on our bed (sometimes on the pillow above my head) and if we’re returning from a day out, he’ll meow loudly from his perch on the wall as if we’ve been away too long.
I’d never realised just how much love and affection cats can give. They’ve got a reputation as standoffish types who don’t need human attention, thank you very much – but they’re far from it. Travis brings so much joy to our house, and I can’t imagine our little family without him.
ETA: A few people mentioned they’d love a cat but couldn’t have one because of pet restrictions in rented properties. I live in a rented house and when Rob and I moved in, we were told pets weren’t allowed. When the opportunity to home Travis came up, I emailed our letting agency and explained the situation. I politely asked if it’d be possible to have him with reassurances that furniture would be protected and the house would be thoroughly cleaned, and the request was passed on to our landlord. He was reluctant but wanted to keep good tenants, so agreed. We have 6-monthly inspections and Travis charms the pants off them every time 😉
Are you a cat person? Tell me your kitty tales!