Those of you who follow this blog know I am a cat person, who brought home a shelter cat who hates me and loves my husband. This is the first cat we ever had that has NO use for me whatsoever. I have given her lots of time and tried so hard to win her over, but two years later it is no go. She will still walk out of a room when I enter. She will walk around me to get to my husband. I want someone to sit on my lap, purr and enjoy being petted.
Now we have a dog, who is a companion animal to both my husband and me. He likes to be petted, but he is a terrier who doesn’t crave that “lap dog attention.” So he will sit for a bit on your lap for an ear rub, but he is soon back to sleeping on the floor.
I have been watching the area shelters and thinking about a second cat. I am not a person who is attracted to kittens, I love the adult cats who suddenly find themselves booted out. If you tell me the owner died or went to a facility my hear screams for that cat. I know one has be careful when considering an adult or senior cat. I am the person that a shelter loves to see, because I don’t care about the “babies.” What I do know about adult cats is old habits are not likely to go away. Life has already been hard for adult cats in a shelter setting and telling them they would be joining a sassy cat and a terrier could be just too much to ask.
Friday I stopped by the shelter to look at the cats they had on hand. I sat in the cat rooms talking to the cats, hoping to make a connection. For some reason my cat karma is dead. Given the option of me, the kid doing community service sulking on a bench checking their smart phone or just hanging out alone I was the last option. No one came up and snuggled with me, though a few were interested in the kid, who was more interested in their phone. Any cat who I disturbed to pet and chat with acted like I was going to tell them their number was up. No cat wanted to hang out with me. I left without a cat. My time to have a cat of my own was not yet to be.