I had cats from the time I was about 3 years old until I was in my early 20s. Not the same cat…though that wouldn’t be impossible I suppose. I often think about getting another cat, but I don’t have a great place to put a litter box and it seems I’ve become more allergic to cats over the years as well. I don’t know if that’s really possible, but having an indoor cat is probably not the best idea for me anymore.
When I was little we had outdoor cats. There was Max. He’s the first cat I remember. We lived on about 24 acres and Max would roam about all over. He was black and did not like for 3 year old children to pick him up. In my defense, I didn’t know any better and back then parents let their kids go outside to play without watching them 24-7. So I’d go out and try to pick up the cat, it would scratch me and once again my arm would be covered with iodine. Max left us…we argue as to whether it was because he couldn’t be patient with a 3 year old or whether it was from being fed my Mom’s tuna casserole.
We got Cocoa after that and she had 2 sets of kittens. I remember my dad taking me out to a wood pile where she’d had her first litter. We looked at these tiny tiny kittens that didn’t even have their eyes open yet! Eventually she brought them up to the house and we dressed them in doll clothes and named them silly names like Missy, Tiger and Leftover (because she was the runt and always ate the leftovers).
Oscar was my first cat that was my very very own. My sister’s cat (she was living away from home then) had kittens and I picked out this one. Oscar was a great cat. He brought us dead mice and birds, got treats at Christmas and lived a long life. I remember going home after moving away and sitting with him while he drooled on my leg. He was old but still affectionate. My dad buried him when he died. I had long moved away.
After college I had 2 more cats, Fezik and Buttercup. Buttercup was my last cat and she was so furry and petite. A tiny cat, she loved to play with pens, destroy puzzles, and sleep right beside me at night.
Buttercup and Fezik were indoor cats and one thing I had to do with them that I’d never had to do with other cats was train them to use the litter box. They were both small kittens when I got them and all I ever did to train them was, after they’d eaten, take them to the box, put them in it, and pick up their paws and dig in the litter.
I’d do this a few times and never had any issues after that. They seemed to just get it. That might not be common to all cats, but for these two, litter box training was easy peasy.
I still think about cats and have considered getting one again, but like I said, I’m just not sure it’s for me. This trip down Memory Lane though has been fun. If you’re looking to adopt an adult cat and give it a forever home, we often have some from CLAWS at our store at 2851 1/2 North Avenue in Grand Junction, Co.