My cat takes walks with me. Seriously, just like a dog, but without a leash. If I go around the block, she paces with me every step of the way. If I go two blocks, there she is. If I go three blocks…well, I guess her limit is two blocks because when I turn around to look, she’s headed home.
For those of you who have been reading my blog for a while, you might remember that the cat showed up the day after I was diagnosed with stomach cancer. She’s rather large for a female cat which leads us to believe she’s at least part Maine Coon. She also has long non-shedding hair and a crooked tail. Finally, she is also the sweetest cat on the planet.
Without a doubt, she is devoted to me and in turn, I’ve become devoted to her. I’m not sure what caused her to pick me (people don’t pick cats, cats pick people) but I’m certainly glad she’s in my life. As far as I can tell, she’s probably about 7 or 8-years old so we probably have another 5 or 6 years together. At some point, I’m going to take her to the vet to find out for sure.
She spends a good part of her day outdoors and only comes in to eat, drink, and sleep. We don’t own a litterbox and she does her business outside. Sometimes, but rarely, she stays out all night. One night when I couldn’t sleep, I went outside and saw why. She has some cat friends in the neighborhood and they like to just sit around looking at each other. I can imagine the conversation.
OTHER CAT: You’re whipped.
MY CAT: No I’m not!
OTHER CAT: Yes, you are. We’ve seen you following your human around like a dog.
MY CAT: I’m whipped because I like to take walks?
OTHER CAT: You don’t see us walking around with our humans, do you?
MY CAT: I’ve never seen your human take a walk…
OTHER CAT: That’s beside the point! You act like a dog!
MY CAT: You look like a dog!
OTHER CAT: TAKE THAT BACK!
MY CAT: NO!
OTHER CAT: Roooowwwwrrrrrrr! (This is much more effective with it’s back arched and hair raised).
MY CAT: I’m going for a walk.
My cat isn’t much of a fighter. She once came running towards me with another cat chasing her. My cat hid behind my legs while I yelled for the other cat to leave. I guess she’s more of a hippie cat, you know, peace, love, catnip, etc.
All I know is that she stuck with me through cancer and stayed after it was gone. I feel like I owe this cat whatever I can give her. She makes me happy and I try to make her happy.