It's All About The Cats

Regular readers know I love cats. My first two were Domino, who we lost to cancer at age 15, and Daphne who we lost at age 14. 

The cat above is Dakota, who is now 9 and still as cute as the day I got her. I call her my velcro cat, since she wants to be with me wherever I am.

When I take a nap during the day, she is right by my side. If I'm sleeping on my left side, I get her butt right up against my armpit, and put my hand under her belly, and she puts her rear paws in my hand. If I'm on my right side, she put her head on my shoulder. I've tried to revere that habit, but it doesn't work.

She purrs until she slowly flips over and is sleeping. There is nothing more relaxing that having her sleep with me.

When we were on our recent cruise, we stopped at a cat sanctuary in San Juan as I mentioned in the previous column. The cats were so cute, and I wish I could have taken one home, but my wife was having none of that thought.

Since we have 3 cats now, would it be fair to them if another one came into the house?

Daisy and Scarlett have been with us 10 years, and get along very well. Daisy tolerates Dakota, and Scarlett hisses at Dakota if she's with me and Dakota wants attention. But if they both are sleeping ON me, it's fine. Having two cats on me is relaxing, but we're talking about 16 pounds of cats on my lap. That makes getting up to go to the bathroom a bit difficult. There's no assurance they'll both come back when I return.

As I always say, ADOPT, DON'T SHOP! Go to your local shelter or vet and get a cat today!