Occasionally, we ask ourselves, as I’m sure most cat owners do:
Why do we love Kitty?
- She doesn’t come when we call. Except if we have food for her.
- She doesn’t always greet us when we come home. And if she does, it’s a strange kind of greeting: She runs in, drops over onto the floor and stretches.
- She doesn’t like to be held or picked up. We blame whoever her previous owner was for this. Although, we’ve had her now for over 5 years so you’d think she’d get over this problem.
- She’s trashes our furniture. She uses the couch and office chair for claw sharpening causing holes in both exposing the stuffing. We trim her claws, but apparently not often enough.
I guess we love Kitty because:
- She keeps us company: Despite her independent nature, she does seek us out wherever we are in the house and then hangs out with us.
- She gets involved in whatever task we are doing: Like yesterday when I was reattaching a piece of wall molding near the bathroom floor (that she ripped off) she came in, sat down and watched sticking her nose right in there to get a close look.
- She shows us affection: Sometimes when I’m laying in bed in the morning, she comes in, jumps on the bed, and snuggles up under my chin purring away like a chainsaw.
- She plays with us: She likes to be chased through the house, so she’ll run past us several times as an invitation, and then when we give chase, she runs like the devil taking corners so fast that she spins out on the linoleum and crashes into things.
- She has strength of character: She’s her own cat. She has her own ideas, her own thoughts, her own ways of doing things. And she’s not going to change for anyone. Even us.
So we love her, in spite of ourselves.
We can’t help it.