I grew up with two cats, brothers who are about 16 in human years. Even though they’re related, their looks and personalities are quite different. Tiger looks like almost every other cat named Tiger, and Jumper is dark gray with white paws. He was really good at jumping up and climbing the fence around our pool even when he was a little kitten, which impressed my five year old self. This post isn’t particularly elaborate and they’ll never read it but I wanted to make sure my cats got some blog love since they’ve been a part of my life for almost as long as I can remember. They always preferred to be outside, though as they’ve gotten older, they like to spend more time inside. Up until recently they refused to use a litter box. Something about the cold winter must have convinced them that going outside wasn’t really worth it, but now that it’s getting warmer, they have been waking me up in the morning begging to go out. I don’t have any one specific favorite memory with our cats, but they’re part of many memories. I remember one weekend when my grandparents brought their dog and the cats were so terrified they climbed up a tree and spent a day or two there. When we were younger, my brother and I would make them a bed in our wagon or stroller and give them rides around the driveway. They would sit on the hoods of our cars when we got home to enjoy the warmth from the engine. They’d bring the rodents, birds, and snakes they caught and leave them on the porch for us. I know cats can only live so long, and ours are both starting to show their age which I hate to think about. They don’t catch as many birds now, but they still watch them on the birdfeeder. No matter how long our cats stick around, I’ll always remember their ability to cheer me up on a bad day and keep my feet warm during cold winter nights. Even if my family was away, I could always count on at least one of them running to the driveway to welcome me home as soon as I pulled in. I think anyone with a pet understands how much they add to a family, and I know I’ll have my own pets in the future! Did you have pets growing up?
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4/12/2015 09:14:42 pm
I grew up with a dog named Suzy but we lost her when I was 11. She'd been ill for some time and is dearly missed more than 20 years later.
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The Worst Best Thing
4/20/2015 01:28:42 pm
Hi David! Thanks for commenting! 6 cats sounds like a lot but I'm sure they're worth it! Good luck to you too :)
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