I love cats.
Unfortunately I haven’t had a cat for years. In my youth I was constantly moving around and felt a cat might tie me down to one place.
In recent years, however, I have realised the benefits of being a cat owner far outweigh the draw backs of being “tied down”. I like my house and my life here in Vancouver – I don’t see myself moving any time soon. And if I do, I don’t see why I couldn’t bring a cat along with me.
So, in recent months I put it out to the universe: I am ready for a cat. Like clockwork my sister called me and let me know that her neighbour needed a new home for her kitty. His name is Khan, he’s a big grey cat that loves cuddling and cat treats. He’s very needy for affection and loves when visitors come over. He’s had all his shots and has been neutered.
An ideal housepet for Nathaniel!
I took him home on the bus yesterday which traumatised the hell out of ‘im. He meowed himself half to death, much to the annoyance of fellow-passengers. When I got home I opened his cage, but he was too scared to get out, and when he did he hid under the couch where he’s been ever since.
Being uprooted to a new home can be a terrifying experience. I remember how scary it was when I was moved to a new foster homes. It was terrifiying. Even now when I move to a new place I find it extremely disorienting and scary. For him, I imagine it’s like that times 10. Not only is he in an unfamiliar place, but he can’t ask me “who are you?” or “where am I?” and “what happened to my old mommy?”
He’ll come out and cuddle with me in his own time. I just need to be patient and understanding. In the meantime I’ve left all sorts of kitty treats under the couch for him and I make sure to meow at him to let him know I love him.