whenever people say they dont like cats because they dont happily greet you at the door i give them the stinkiest eye
i’ve never owned a cat, but most of the ones i’d seen were little royal snobs who wanted to be worshiped. i had a change of heart when i helped cat sit back in my first year of grad school. i had to check in once a day with this house cat whose owners left for a week on vacation. i helped feed him and changed out the litter box when it was getting to that time.
before the owners left, he’d ignore any other human besides them and pretty much avoid direct physical contact. as soon as they were gone, each progressing day, it became clear this cat missed human contact and would try to block the door so i couldn’t leave. he’d greet me, ask me to pet him, sit on my lap, brush up against me, groom my hair, and when he was finally secure that i was going to spend some time with him, he’d run around frantically having fun and just being a cat.
when his owners finally returned he was indignant to them for almost a month. like some deep betrayal. but he never forgot the nice person who helped him when he was lonely and i never forgot the first time it became clear that a cat actually missed me and wanted me to stay and be happy.
Gravy pulls all of this, literally, the video, the post up there, everything.
Bunny isn’t quite as immediately talky as the cat in the video (thank god), but if I forget to spend at least 20 minutes just holding and petting him after work each day, he’ll whine until I remember.
Plus, he and Trills both greet me at the door everyday. In the old house, I even used to see them jump up onto a position where they could watch me arrive at the door, before disappearing so they could greet me.
Cats give back what you give them. If you ignore them, they’ll ignore you. If you give them attention, they’ll lap it up and demand more. (Generally speaking.)
^^^^^ - this.
I grew up so isolated and feral I had no concept of how to relate to other living creatures. Nor did I have any desire to.
Then one day, a carpenter came over to install siding to the outside of our house, and he brought this terrible cat with him, that he said he couldn’t leave home alone because his toddler kept trying to flush him down the toilet. He tied a rope around the cat’s neck and tied it to a tree. Then he finished the job. And abandoned the cat tied up in our yard.
He was not feral - he was vicious, abused and scared and hated everyone. Which, having no concept of injury or hurt feelings, didn’t bother me at all. I liked him for it. I named him Satan ad spent every day hanging out with this stupid horrible cat that no one wanted. I let him scratch and claw my arms because I just didn’t care. And when he was too worn out and tired to move, I’d pet him. Until he got his wind back. And then let him scratch me again. I fed him food that I bought with money I stole from my mother’s billfold and got him a spiked collar.
When I took the rope off him to let him run away, he hung around the house like a stalker, slaughtering rabbits in the yard and creeping out to me when I was alone. And when the door to the house was left open, he’d sneak inside and hide in my bedroom.
Then it turned out he was a she. Physically, anyway. And got pregnant. And was so hateful of the world that when it was time to give birth, he insisted on giving birth on my lap. I moved him off twice, and he’d drag himself back onto me again mid-labor, ruining my pants. He had four kittens, and was too wired and nervous to even let them nurse. So I bottle fed the kittens, and cleaned them, let them nest in my hair and sleep around my neck, and they followed me around like shadows. When they were old enough, I called the Humane Society by myself and worked out a deal that if I did volunteer work for them, they would neuter the kittens for free.
I was twelve.
When one of the kittens died, I cried harder than I’ve ever been able to at a funeral or the loss of another human being. Ever. From then until this day. It was the deepest most human moment of my life.
Cats have taught me more about love, loyalty, communication and companionship than humans ever have.
And SMALL NOTE:
In cat body language, making eye contact is considered RUDE. If they are not looking directly at you, it’s because they want to get ALONG with you. This is also why they are attracted to people that ‘don’t like cats’ — because they think the people that aren’t looking at them or chasing them around are the NICE ones. They are not pack animals like dogs. They are not desperate to please you. They do not crawl on their bellies and try to lick your hands. But like THE OWL says: If you give them love, they’ll love you back. Deeper and more pure than any human being.
So, this is the person who helped me remember how much I adore cats. Just fyi.Source: stevenstelfox