I have been reading the cat threads recently, and have been impressed by the depth of the love that the posters seem to have developed in their relationships with these mysterious animals. While looking at the pictures and reading the comments, I felt as if something were missing from my life, so I decided to adopt. Since I have never owned a pet, and know nothing about cats, I was apprehensive at assuming this responsibility and sought some advice from a “cat lady” on acquiring a pet. She told me not to worry, that when I was ready, the perfect cat would “find me.” I thought this advice was a little thin , and went home to sleep on it.
The next morning when I opened my front door to retrieve my paper, this cute little guy was on my porch. He looked up at me once, and then walked right into the house like he owned it. I remembered the “cat lady’s" advice and realized that this must be my perfect cat. My life changed immediately as this cute ball of fur quickly became the focus of my life.
The last couple of weeks have not been easy or painless (23 stitches and a black eye). He loves to play, but seems to quickly get carried away. When he gets too rough, I say in an authoritative voice, “No Kitty!”, but this seems to have no effect. In fact, he seems to laugh at me. Can cats laugh?
I am also having some problems getting him to adapt to my schedule. He sleeps all day, and then at sunset, demands to go out. If I don’t let him out, he breaks out by jumping through a closed window. The breaking glass doesn’t slow him down at all. I have learned my lesson, and now when he wants out, I let him out. I’ve been told that it is bad to let the pet assume control, but the replacement windows and doors were getting expensive.
I also have some concerns about his eating habits. He doesn’t eat ANYTHING I’ve tried to feed him, and I tried all brands of cat food. When he wakes up from his day long sleep, he looks at me funny and licks his lips and sorta purrs (low gravely sound from his throat), but then he goes out and I don’t see him until dawn. When he comes in, his little belly is swollen up and he burps a lot before going to sleep. I don’t see how he keeps going without eating anything, but his little cat dish goes untouched.
By the way, all of my neighbors’ Pitt Bulls, Dobermans, and Rottweilers have mysteriously disappeared. I’m beginning to worry.
I’m sure these little problems will solve themselves as we grow in our relationship, but I could use some help in deciding on a name for my new companion.
Thanks for your suggestions.