C is for Cats

An article by Rachel    2 Comments

After seven years of marriage Ross and I decided that we were responsible enough to own cats. Actually the conversation on the way to work went more like this:

Ross: Why don’t we have any pets?

Me: I don’t know.

Ross: Don’t you think that it’s odd that we don’t have a pet.

Me: No

Ross: Well I think we should get a cat.

Two week later we adopted Cedric and Penelope.

After living with us for 18 months, Penelope died of heart failure. That tramatic event lead to us adopting Calypso, a healthy engergic kitten, who is now 1 year old.

Our cats come into our life at just the right moment. Ross was in between jobs, working freelance stuff while looking for a job. Consequently he spent a lot of time alone at home. I think having the cats around kept him from going completly insane.  

While I’ve always considered myself a cat person, I can’t believe how much I enjoy having Cedric and Calypso in my life. They make our house feel more like a home. There is nothing like being greet at the door by a furry creature. Mind you I do get a little frustrated when I come home from work and I find that they’ve destroyed a book marker just because it had a nice piece of string attached to it.

When we finally sell our condo and buy a house, I won’t be surprised when Ross wants to adopt another cat. He likes having them around