I am a friend to the animals and I respect that they have personalities all their own.
Growing up with and taking care of animals the majority of my life has given me a unique perspective in knowing too have a great pet you have too be a great owner. Cat’s on the other hand, while the above mentioned still applies, have an entirely different set of rules when it comes to the term “Pet” and “Ownership”.
I have worked in a Veterinary Clinic, been a Pet Groomer, and volunteer at the local Animal Shelter, so naturally my first “children” were furry bundles of joy complete with soulful eyes and whiskers. Some have past on or gone to more exiting venues, but they and the experiences shared are not forgotten. A home to me is just not a home with out the presence of an animal.
But when it comes to the term “Pet” and using it in reference to “Cats”, I always pause in my reply to those inquiring if I have any, and rightfully so given my experiences with them.
They do things on their own terms. They have their own unique personalities; anyone who does not believe me has been fooled by a cat. They are cunning animals, so you can’t always understand their intent or motivation. They can be hard to read and sometimes trust, so when dealing with a cat keep in mind in the words of Admiral Ackbar from Star Wars, “It’s a trap!”
For example, a day in the life of my cats:
From my point of view this is what I see. I have two rescue sibling cats each with their own distinctive traits. I got them a cat tree, because like me they need more exercise. They are considered middle aged now and I believe they are having a mid life crisis.
They have started heavily experiencing with the catnip and are running around like they were kittens again. They are also randomly staring at spots on the wall (that I cannot see) and then jumping up to the aforementioned spot and attacking it. One of them I believe is demonstrating dangerously elevated levels of “swagger”. So the cat tree was also to help with their evident neurosis.
I believe they are accepting and grateful of my gift of the cat tree, the female perches her self up on the top level as if looking over her kingdom and subjects and ignores my every word, and the male, whom I believe to be bi-polar (which is a serious disorder) will perch himself on another level looking cute and loving but then with ninja like skills, swat at you when you walk by.
Ownership is just a title.
So when asked if I have any pets, I tell people in the legal sense yes, I own them, but they are more than just pets. I tell them, I have animals of the feline persuasion that live with me.
I love them. They are like family; we tolerate one another, accept each others quirks without judgment (for the most part) and give love and affection at the most random times (in your face keyboard jumping pay attention to me moments and I am going to sit on top of your head while you sleep moments). The word “pet” is just used as a term of endearment, that is, when I believe they are not plotting something.
Life is never truly dull with a cat. If you have the means I highly suggest getting one, just be prepared, and watch your back, and your footing, they have a tendency to run between your legs while you are walking nearly tripping and killing you.
Oh, one last thing, if they bring you something that is dead, like either a rodent, bird, or snake (oh yes that has all happened), it is supposed to be a sign of love and respect, just a heads up if you ever find one at your door step (or pillow).