posted on Apr, 25 2018 @ 06:35 AM
I have one cat, Molly.
I'm not sure how long she's lived with me, I think at least 10 years, and she is like my best furry housemate ever.
A friend of mine runs a cattery on the moors and one winter she turned up at their door with missing fur, all skinny and hungry. This happens quite
often, maybe people dump them there or the strays hear the other cats and chance it for help.
Anyway, my friend took her in as they do with all strays, fed her up, got her treated by their vet, then rang me asking if I wanted her - she knew I
was in the mood for another one after my last one died.
I jumped at the chance and she settled straight into my home, purring on my lap within minutes.
Now Molly has never really got her street-cat mentality out of her system. She'll stay for a few weeks then disappear for a few nights in a row, the
longest being 4 nights and I was actually beginning to accept she's found a better offer or dead.
But no, on day five I heard a pitiful wailing and she was back, with two nasty rat bites on her back. I washed the wounds to get the gunk out, she
didn't struggle, clearly knowing she needed help, then wrapped her in a clean towel and let her rest.
She seemed okay in herself so I thought I'd monitor her before rushing to a vet.
Sure enough after a day the wounds were scabbing over nicely and she was right as rain again, but didn't stray far from the garden for a few
I don't own Molly though, she is free to leave my house, and we have a strange love/hate relationship because she can be annoying if I'm not in the
mood, so I sometimes shoo her out if I'm in a grump.
I love her living with me though, as someone living alone, she makes the house a home, not an empty shell. She often sleeps under my quilt in bed
curled up by my chest, and she has a thing for my dirty work clothes the crazy cat. I'll throw a sweaty coat or jacket on the floor and she's
straight into it to curl up.
So much easier and less responsibility than a dog, and okay not so much communication but capable of being trained still. I have certain key words
which she knows will result in food, her tricks include jumping headbutts to my knees, and rolling over on her back to command.
Not as loyal as dogs either, but she regularly follows me into town, and knows if I'm sad, jumping straight on my lap and rubbing her head into my
face while purring big time.
She also knows if I'm drunk and I swear gives me dirty looks like I should be ashamed of myself lol.
Anyway that's my story, anyone got a crzy cat in their life who helps you keep your sanity?