In Praise of My Cats
Friday, February 14, 2020
I've got two sweet fur-babes who are a great joy to me.
L and D came to me as bottle babies, my first ever bottle babies. I bottle fed them several times a day, until they were weaned, usually in my lap or on my chest. We bonded. Although they came to me as foster kitties, they quickly became "foster failures" and our forever cats.
I've loved all the cats in my life, and I've had cats forever. But L and D stand on the shoulders of all my previous cats. What I mean is that they benefit from everything I have learned from the cats before them. Also, they've benefited from all that society has learned about cats too. When I raised previous cats, there wasn't as much information at your fingertips, via the internet and books, etc. that there is today.
So, I'm a better cat daddy than I used to be, not that I was bad. I know how to keep L and D happier and healthier. I better know how to play with them, even to train them. At the same time, I'm older and more mature and I have more time for them.
L and D are probably luckier than most cats but I consider myself lucky to have them too. When I'm in bed and L climbs onto my chest, purring, expecting some good pets, I can feel the vibrations soothing my heart and mind. Similarly, the feeling of love that surges when I see them throughout the day is like a balm to my health. Seeing them happy and relaxed makes me feel the same.