Today I read a post on RheumatoidArthritis.net about the love and comfort that pets can give us when we are ill. And I agree, that couldn’t be more true. Sometimes, I wonder what my life would be like without the comfort and love that my two feline fur balls give me day to day.
When I first adopted Astrid and Aureus, they were only four months old, and had personalities wildly different from how they are now. I had just made the (super unfortunate) decision to move in with my partner at the time, and we had made the (very compulsive) decision to adopt cats after seeing a sign for Humane Society Adoptions at our local Petco. Looking back on that day now, I’m surprised I couldn’t see that as the beginning of our end… But that’s another story for a day that involves tequila and the reminiscing of bad decisions.
Anyway, we were at Petco, and they were allowing people to play and pet the cats in a small room at the back of the store. My partner took an immediate liking to a very friendly little ginger cat. He sat holding the tabby in his lap, unable and unwilling to move for over an hour. It was love at first sight. We decided then and there that the ginger was coming home with us, but I hadn’t found a second cat that pulled on my heart strings. I didn’t want the first cat to be lonely, and I didn’t want to bring home a second cat later on. If we were going to get cats, we were getting two at the same time, so as not to have to deal with introducing two cats from different shelters later. Cats could get very territorial, and introducing a new cat to a house that already has one is a long stressful nightmare.
So I spent time holding each of the other eight cats in the room, trying to decide which one would be a good fit for me. Most of them were 3-6 months old kittens, and had just been “fixed” the day before. And there was one older black cat, whom was adorable, but we were there for kittens. Finally I spied a very shy black and white cat, hiding behind one of the cat trees. She was very skittish, and the Adoption Agent told me she was a rescued feral kitten who’d been living under a dumpster. While my partners cat was an “abandonment”, given back to the Humane Society once he’d grown out of the small kitten phase. Tears filled my eyes and the choice was made. These two were destined to come home with us.
A year later, when I moved out of that apartment (and relationship), both cats came with me. Aureus, the ginger male, and Astrid, the black and white “Poky little kitty”. They’ve been with me ever since. Aureus, who originally was a super cuddly love bug, has grown into a large and lazy ginger tom. And Astrid, my shy and skittish little girl, is now Mistress of the House, always looking for a cuddle and some treats.
I love my two fur balls, and not only because I’ve always been a cat person, and have kept cats since I was a small child. But because they are really the most empathetic and loving creatures to have around. My cats always know when I’m not feeling well. In fact, on quite a few occasions, they’ve woken me in the night when they’ve sensed something was wrong. It’s usually just before I’m about to have a pain flare, or be hit with a severe migraine. Because of their kitty alerts, I’ve been able to take an extra dose of steroids, or pain killers. Or I’ll get up to use the bathroom and grab a full glass of water in case it’s hours before I’ll be able to get up again.
They aren’t just supportive in the practical sense. Loving my cats, watching them grow, and sharing their warm kitty purrs, well it just puts me in a good mood. When I’m down because the pain is depressing, or I’m feeling alone because of the nature of my disease, I know I can always come home to these two. No matter what, I always have my loving fur bombs to cuddle and love. They lift my spirits, sometimes when nothing else can.
I know a lot of people put stock in how great dogs are. Seeing-eye dogs are great for the blind. They have those dogs that are trained to sense when their owners blood sugar is low, for those with diabetes. And that’s great for those people. But what I think would really do the world good, is more cats for comfort. There’s nothing better than holding a purring cat. Or feeling sleep for an afternoon nap and waking up to see that your two cats have joined you for shared fuzzy snooze time. There’s something fantastically comforting about your cat pushing their butt under your head so that you can have your very own purring feline pillow.
Being sick can get really hard to handle some times, and I mean mentally as well as physically. But I think every day gets a little easier to handle as long as I have my two furry kitty bombs by my side.
Except when I get a tail in the mouth… that’s not always so fun..