To my two cats! It sounds weird when I'm writing it down, but it describes perfectly my current situation.
I used to own a very nice two-bedroom apartment in Rennes, France. It wasn't always very tidy, but it looked comfy enough to feel at ease. I spent my evening on the net or playing on my computer or chatting with friends. I made a good living and life was generally pretty good :D
One day almost a year exactly after my previous cat had died (July 2006, RIP my little darling), the strangest idea came to my mind 'Maybe I am ready for a new cat!' It actually sounded good and pretty harmless. As the days went by, the whole concept changed from being a fancy to something really serious. I started looking for a cattery as I wanted another Birman in my life. I must sound pretty vain to want a pedigreed cat rather than save one from a shelter... I guess I am. I am a sucker those long furred, blue eyed and white-socked little beings. To my defense I must say I already had two and I must simply be some kind of masochist. As you can see I had started digging my grave early on.
I found a great cattery not too far away from home and I became very close to the breeder, an absolutely adorable woman. We chose a kitten for me and a little three months later, Cyrano (I had chosen the name myself) came to my life. He was the most adorable little kitten possible, so sweet with his blue eye, his creamed colored body and the hint of chocolate on his nose.
This is when my place became his place... As I said I was never the tidiest one, but since his arrival the floor is continually cluttered by his things. The little fabric or real-fur mice, the round soft balls, the educational stuff I bought every time I went to the pet food shop... everything lies around for you to walk or stumble on. Sure at the beginning I tried to pick them up and put them in a little basket, but I swear he is as quick to get them out of them as I am to put them in. So I kinda gave up... I'm weak and sometimes lazy...
Soon I could kiss my long and lazy morning in bed goodbye. When a cat has decided you have slept enough, it's hard to convince him otherwise. I must admit from time to time I simply locked him up in the living room just to have an additional two or three-hour sleep. But the sad little face and shower of love I got once I freed him made it impossible to use this solution as a regular one. My heart is too soft and he is a good actor.
As days went by the situation became difficult. Cyrano woke me up several times a night to cuddle next to me in bed. Again it was impossible to refuse him as his purring just went straight to my heart. He was my little guy and something was not right I could feel with every fiber of my body. I started to monitor his every move and action when we were together. I started to count how many times he came to cuddle under the sheets, the time he spent crying in front of the mirror in the guestroom... The diagnostic was quickly and painless... He felt lonely and showered me with all his love when I was home. There weren't many solutions, either I found my cat a new home which was of course unacceptable or I took another cat.
Naturally when I started talking about a second cat, my parents tried to convince me that it was a bad idea. Cyrano was eventually going to settle in and accept the fact that he was alone. My previous cats had done that and had been happy... Yeah well each cat is different... Those little being are like us, they can feel lonely and yes maybe he will accept his situation but will he be happy? I for one think that once you have taken upon you to have pets, it's your responsibility to make them happy. Food and shelter isn't enough. They need attention, love, nurturing... They are like little kids who will never grow up.
As I have mentioned it earlier I'm pretty vain so I guess it's useless to mention that I didn't go to a shelter... Add to that the now very real worry that the kitten I would chose there could be ill (most of the time nothing serious but at times still contagious) and that I didn't want to take the risk for Cyrano. So once more I looked at ads and cattery sites to find the perfect kitten... Cyrano's breeder had no kitten available but she started looking out for me in case one of her friends had one. And I was lucky... I called a Ragdoll breeder and she had a kitten that was not yet reserved. Sadly another person was interested, but she seemed to be hesitating between her kitten and another one. Needless to say that I hoped for the other ragdoll to be the hit and I was lucky.
So two and a half months after Cyrano, Diwan joined our little family... and sleepless nights started again!!! I was told I shouldn't worry. Two young kitten would necessarily get along just fine. Well I had an open war three days long. They couldn't be in the same room without Cyrano attacking mercilessly the intruder and Diwan crying like a little baby. Only at night they accepted to sleep on each side of me in a relative calm...
After that we had a cease-fire three weeks long. Cyrano had accepted the fact that this other cat was going to stay here and that it was pointless to attack him. After that things improved steadily and now they are very close friends. Too close maybe :lol:
And I am their slave, of course their very willing one. Who could resist those little faces?
HAPPY NEW YEAR 2009! I hope it will bring you all the things you have hoped for :D
It has been a while since I was last here and I'm sorry for that. As you can see I have been busy. I hope I'll be able to be around a little more often from now on. Well at least if I understand how this site works now. It's damn confusing... :?
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