So why do I want to get a cat? They are cute, crazy and funny – that alone would be reason enough. But there’s even more.
I have never really considered getting any other pet than a cat. The reason for that is very easy: (more…)
I really didn’t get it for a very long time.
When I was a teenager, I had a pen pal named Ashley. Yes, those were the days before internet. We wrote letters. A lot of letters. After a while, my parents allowed me to visit her. Ashley lived about 200 km (120 miles) from my hometown. Really far away. Yes, those were the days where I neither had money nor a driver license.
Ashley had two cats, Mickey and Charley. Charley was a bit stupid (sorry) and crazy about Ashley’s father (probably two unrelated facts). Mickey was keener on Ashley. I had nothing against Mickey and Charley, but wasn’t interested either. Mickey used to sleep in Ashley’s room – well, to be more precise – pretended to do so. I remember waking up from a nightmare during my first night. I opened my eyes, was terrified and had difficulties to recognize where I was. What shall I say – it didn’t really help that something was staring at me. Something or somebody was just 2 steps ahead, watching me with green big eyes. No movements, no sounds. I had totally forgotten about the damn cats. I started screaming. Somehow very effective, I may say – the green eyes disappeared immediately! On the downside, Ashley started screaming, but that’s another story.
Wait a moment – I actually do have a third cat-related memory: much later (well, whatever this means for a child) my sister, my mom and I were talking a walk in the forest. I planned to put some ham behind a tree; just in case the cats were hungry. I don’t remember if I actually did that. If I know my mom – probably not.
After that, I haven’t cared for cats for many years. I just wasn’t interested. I even forgot that our family ever had cats.
I can’t believe I started a cat blog. I mean – already the fact of me getting a cat is probably already something my shrink could consider ‘interesting enough to develop further’. Probably she’d be happy because I can even tell a traumatic early childhood experience. (more…)