By Tara Zandra | December 23, 2012
Once upon a time, Chris and I were newlyweds and found out our apartment complex would let us have a cat. I had lived my whole life wanting cat so this was a dream come true. We went to the pet store, not to buy a cat, but to read the bulletin board and find someone giving away kittens. We found a notice, called the people and they had one cat left- the runt. We called him Aleckzander and took him home. He was so tiny he slept on Chris’s pillow next to his head.
Aleck was all black and grew into a very sleek cat. How he was the runt, we’ll never know as his nickname became Hugantor. We had him for 4 and a half years, then one night he yowled like we’d never heard and seemed to have lost the use of his back legs. It was a Sunday night so we had to take him to the animal ER. We not only lost our cat that night to a stroke from an enlarged heart, but had to explain death to a very young Tabitha while dealing with our grief.
That September we adopted another cat. Then another joined our family a couple years later. They were not a good fit and destroyed many things in our home. Though I do not believe in getting rid of pets because of annoyances, I felt zero love for them and they made me angry anytime I so much as thought of them. They were not bringing joy to the house nor receiving love. I hate to say it, but we re-homed them. At this point we washed our hands of cats forever.
Well, fate has a way of laughing in your face. My sister had a cat, but her living circumstances were changing and the cat could not go with her so it went home to my mother’s house. It did not enjoy her other cats and it was not a harmonious situation. She tentatively asked if we’d take her. I left it up to Chris and to my surprise he said yes. We took her in on Easter in 2010.
She is the most affectionate cat I’ve ever seen. She talks to us every time we enter her room (which is also our room, but I don’t think she realizes that). When we lay down on the bed, she immediately hops onto our chests and begins to purr. She used to hang out on the couch with us at night, but the dog bothers her a bit so she now refrains. I do feel sad about that. She will laze around the dining room when someone is in there though, and as it’s the hub of the house, someone is almost always there to offer her a chin scratch.
Today’s photo is of our gorgeous cat, BW (named for being black and white). I can honestly say this is the only successful attempt at taking her picture in the nearly 3 years she’s lived here.