I grew up with lots of animals around. I don’t remember a time when my family didn’t have a pet of some kind. Dogs, hamsters, horses, cats, lizards, fish, rabbits – you name it, we probably had it at some point. I was also lucky enough to have an awesome fifth grade teacher who kept a Florida King snake in the classroom. We fostered baby snapping turtles that year too. I love animals of all kinds. So, not being able to have one around on a daily basis for almost three years was rather cruel. Where I lived before heading south didn’t allow pets and there wasn’t a lot of options in the apartment market there. So, when I knew I was moving, finding an apartment that would let me have a pet was essential.
Now, I think I am naturally more of a dog person. I think that is because my first best friend was a dog. Luk was the best friend a girl could ask for – I could do anything to that dog and he’d let me with this very patient, slightly pained look in his eyes. However, my mom put her foot down about another dog and it took me a few years to talk the parents into a cat. Me being me I chose a cat breed that grows to the size of a small dog (do you see what I did there?) I love big animals in general – I always have. Make of that what you will. However, I couldn’t see bringing a dog into my tiny apartment and then making it be cooped up all day while I was at work. A cat is more self-sufficient; more willing to be queen and rule the roost than a dog so a cat fits into my lifestyle better now.
After a series of delays, I finally brought home a cat at the beginning of April. I got Brie, my adorable little black shorthair, from the shelter. I’ve never actually been to one which I think was a good call. About five seconds in there was heartbreaking. Little Brie was just waking up from her spay surgery earlier in the day but she came right over to the cage door to say hello to me. She was tiny – they think she is about 7-8 months old and hasn’t quite grown into her ears yet. I took her out and played with her for a bit. I had to try to keep her from jumping or being too active since she was just out of surgery but I liked her and I decided to stick with her. Taking another cat out just would have made things worse for my decision making skills.
Brie has adjusted well so far; it’s clear she’s never been inside a house before and trying to teach her to not jump up on the kitchen table or kitchen counters isn’t going that smoothly but she’ll get the hang of being a house cat. When I first got her, she was by far the most zen cat I’d ever had. She rarely startled or jumped at things and just always wanted attention. She then fell ill with a massive cold. Poor thing just slept constantly and sniffled and sneezed and coughed if she was awake. I am happy to report she is definitely feeling better and acting much more like cats I am used to. She is playful and haughty and wants attention only when it is her idea and even then she might suddenly decide your hand is more fun as a toy than something to pet her. We need to work a bit on not using Krystal’s feet as toys whenever she walks but we’ll get there. I am just happy that she is adjusting well. I’m sure I’ll be sharing more exploits in the future but in the meantime, everyone meet Brie!