Get a pet

Pets will love you unconditionally… just take care of them! (A)

I’m not married. I don’t have kids. I don’t own a home.  What I do have is a very full and somewhat chaotic lifestyle (although not as much as it used to be). I have a boyfriend but we don’t live together and as he has a quite chaotic lifestyle, we often don’t see each other. Sometimes I do get lonely and wonder what it would be like to have children and a family of my own, but often I think that maybe that is just not for me.

Friends had urged me to get pets in the past, but I did not feel this would be a good choice as I am frequently gone and I couldn’t commit to walking a pet every day.  I was pretty resigned to living alone when a pet was sent to me.  I say that because I was feeling especially lonely and thinking about kids and how I might like to have one but that I didn’t know if I would be a good enough parent. Then one day, God sent me a cat.

It was right before it froze for the winter and I was getting ready for work when I heard crying out on the back porch. I went outside and there was a tiny kitten with a little bloated tummy staring at me and mewing furiously.  Every time I tried to approach it, it ran away, but continued to cry.  I had to go to work, so I set a dish with some tuna out in back and went to work.  Most of the people I work with are cat lovers and they told me that I HAD to take it in, at least for the night, as it was going to snow that evening.  I decided that this was a good idea and that I would find a home for it if no one came to claim it.

When I got home from work, I could hear meowing from the front of the building.  By the time I got out to the back porch, the kitten was ravenously scarfing down the tuna. But once again, every time I got near it, it ran away.  So kept moving the tuna closer and closer to the back door and then stepping away so the kitty would come back and eat some.  I got a sweatshirt out to grab her, but I didn’t want to scare her more, so I patiently (as patient as I ever get!) coaxed her through the door until I was able to shut it.  Then I sat down on the floor about six feet away and talked to the kitten the whole time she ate.  Once she was done, this unapproachable kitty ran over to me, climbed onto my lap, put her tiny front paws on my chest and started purring.  Uh oh, trouble.  But I didn’t want a pet!  It was too late, I was already falling for her.

I called a kitty rescue friend who immediately brought over cat litter and a container, a food dish, and a few cans of kitten food. “She’s adopted you, you have to keep her!” my friend said.  Over the next couple of weeks, I half heartedly attempted to find her a home, but she know that I was smitten.  After a few tries for different names, my boyfriend came up with “Rambo” because the markings on her face looked like camouflage. 

“Rambo, Commando Kitty” lived up to her name.  She was a holy terror – digging up the plants, tearing down the curtains, shredding toilet paper and the side of my bed, and sneak attacking me whenever she could.  She would wake me up by biting the tip of my nose and laying on my face.  She would attempt to climb up my leg if I was wearing jeans and had a habit of jumping on my back and then lying down whenever I bent over to pick something up. My poor bassist is severely allergic to cats and can only stay over for short periods of time. Rambo is both frustrating and entertaining all at once. I tell her “You are so bad, no one else would take you!”

Yet, she has also made my days brighter.  When I come home from work, she is there to greet me with purring and nuzzling.  When I am sad and crying, she pats my face with her paws. She makes me laugh with her antics.  But most of all, she keeps me company.  It is very comforting to go to bed and she jumps up beside me and purrs until we fall asleep. I am grateful for her presence in my life.

Right now she is actually being good and sleeping in the guitar case next to me. In the morning, I will not be as excited as she wakes me up by walking on me and telling me to get up and feed her, but when I see her cute face when I walk in the door – it will all be worth it.

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One Response to Get a pet

  1. Asian Goddess says:

    Hey! Came across your blog and I’ve been reading them for awhile now. I don’t know if you are still writing, but you should keep on doing it. You’re write really well.

    I have only one comment about pets. Sometimes, you wonder who is training whom? Are you training your cat (training doesn’t usually work with cats, anyway) or is Rambo training you? TA DA! That is the million dollar question!

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