Let me be blatantly clear. I am a dog person.
About 7 or 8 years ago, I had a roommate, a female roommate. She liked cats. She wanted to bring a cat home with her. Home to my house. It was a foster cat and she asked me if it would be okay. I said, sure, “as long as the cat doesn’t destroy my carpet.” 2 cats were introduced on that day…she snuck a kitten in. How can you say no to a kitten?
The cats destroyed the carpet.
The kitten massaged my back.
The roommate moved to Germany.
The foster cat had 6 toes on its front paws. I didn’t want that cat. It was freaky. It looked like it had already been buried in the Pet Semetery. Thanks a lot Mr. King.
Did I mention the kitten gives good massages? Well, that’s the cat that I agreed to “watch” for a month, “or so.” Like I said, this happened about 7 or 8 years ago.
This is Mirowww. That’s her name. For real. It’s Mirowww. Every morning Mirowww wakes me up with her name, which basically translates to, “let me out human, I have to shit, eat, then beg for attention again.”
Every night, when I jump under my covers, Miroww creeps up to my pillow (I don’t use pillows like you do,) and paws her way under the covers, then snuggles up against me and falls asleep. She’s never there when I wake up. It probably has to do with how far I throw her in the middle of the night.
Mirowww runs back and forth sometimes…for no reason at all. She chases nothing. If I have a laser pointer, she goes nuts. If I wrap her up in my sheets and poke her head, she bites me. Mirowww leaves gifts around the house sometimes. On occasion, she’ll produce a ball of … never mind… it sounds, and looks like spilled coffee with drain-hair.
Miroww lets me hold her and clip her claws. She can’t reproduce, but she can climb things if I let her front claws grow too long. Mirowww drinks out of my toilet less often than she laps up the shower water. She’ll sit on the edge of the tub and wait for the water to drain (as she believes there’s something in the drain and wants to be sure the water has left) and then jump into the tub and lick, and lick and lick until she’s had enough.
Mirowww has her own door. She can come and go whenever she pleases. She eats whenever she wants. Mirowww also rubs herself against every outside corner of every door, wall, and cabinet, leaving greasy cat dirt that I have to clean up. Oh, and she also sheds the equivalent of 3 kittens-worth of fur per week. I’m considering knitting a cat-hair beanie for my morning walks.
She talks to me. That’s all.