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    I’ve read and returned to this thread several times.

    This is a statement I cannot put into words.

    I’ve had many cats in my life, and each one has been special and has affected me in as many different ways.

    Don’t get me wrong – I’ve had dogs and horses, too, and various other critters, but there is something sooooooo intuitive about the cats. They know sooooooo much. Oh, yeah, I’ve had some dumb, sweet, loving kitties, too. And maybe those sweet, dumb ones are just an act. But then, there are those really smart ones who KNOW. They look at you with that LOOK. ARE they reincarnated (please don’t focus on this one word my friends) loved ones? Are they just touched by God? Are we reading more into them than there really is????

    I really don’t know, and I really don’t care. My life would surely be empty without them.

    #396269
    Emma
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    In many ways, I think, cats are like people. Their love is earned and not given unreservedly. You have to deserve a cat’s respect, and you sometimes have to wait for its affection.

    And that’s fine with me. I’m the same way.

    My two lads calmed my heart when my darling husband passed away, and they are a wild delight, major source of aggravation, and they make me rejoice in this life.

    Rotley is a small black Bombay who can be extremely aloof one moment and then very needy the next moment, and 30 seconds later he offers his furbro Ruggles death and damnation. Clever, cunning, and mercurial — if any animal could be the wind on four feet, it would be this sleek little savage.

    Then there is Ruggles, a big goofy mahogany baby who looms over Rotley, kisses people on the mouth, and loves belly rubs and treats. While he only tolerates being picked up, he adores it when he can lean against you for hours. A harsh kittenhood morphed into a loving home with Rotley and me, and Ruggles is a darling who responded to that care. Loving and lovely with his huge amber-gold eyes, Ruggles is an affirmation of second chances and reclaimed lives.

    Those two creatures make me more and more aware of the Hand of God in our lives.

    Thank God for them, and I thank God for all of you!

    #396270
    2bpurring
    Participant

    Thanks for starting this thread MC. I love reading each and every post!

    #396271
    SylMiaFelixsMomma
    Participant

    My experience with cats has been that they are angels in disguise who came into my life when I needed something that only they could provide me with.

    My first experience living with a cat was my step-mom’s siamese Fiesta. Fiesta was just what I needed after having my mom die and then my dad remarry within 10 months of her death. My step-mom was too busy with her career and other things to pay any attention to my sister or I. Fiesta took over that responsibilty. I fed her in the morning and went to school and then in the evening I would feed her evening wet food and as I got it ready, she and I would have these “conversations”. She would sleep in my arms at night purring me to sleep. During the day I could only pet her as she wanted to be left alone to sleep. She was my comfort at night. When she passed I had already moved out on my own. I did get to visit with her two weeks before she died and she sat on my lap and purred one last time. We said our good-byes that day. Fiesta was my companion when I needed a friend.

    Whiskers came into my life because I wanted to have my own cat. She was this tiny little runt of a russian blue colored kitten, the only female of five kittens and all of six weeks old. She was so tiny that I could hold all of her in one hand including her tail which didn’t have much fur on it. Whiskers helped me get through some of my darkest times of my life. She would sleep on my chest during the winter purring away. It was such a calming and comforting experience. She was my teacher, my companion, my friend and my child. She taught me so much and I loved her so much. She showed me unconditional love. When she passed back in 2005, it was so painful that I thought I would never get another cat ever again. After 10 months, I felt the need to be with a cat again. I wanted two cats as I wanted them to not feel the lonliness that I am sure Whiskers felt from being an only cat. I first got Sylvester and then Mia later on. My cats are my teachers and my angels. Mia is teaching me patience and how to control my anger by climbing my bookcase and scratching the boxspring mattress. Sylvester is teaching me patience, unconditional love, and to relax by having me give him belly rubs as well as sometimes sleeping with me up by my pillow. Mia shows me snippets of love by coming and sitting on my lap a couple of times and Sylvester shows me love with headbonks and sitting on my lap at times. Both of them give me companionship and a reason to continue living. Cats truly do come into our lives as angels when we need to learn something and leave when we finally get what they want us to learn.

    With the blessings of cats, I have found this site and so many interesting and wonderful people who all share the love of cats. Thank you all.

    #396272
    mollycat71
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    2B, I started it cause I knew everyone would dig deep down and really express what they felt. It is a true reflection of our deepest selves. I keep coming back here too, it is such an inspiration. I keep reading all the posts to Betty and Wilma! Thanks to everyone who has posted so far and to those yet to post! Let’s keep it going, I know there are a lot more of you out there!

    #396273

    I have had cats for most of my life. There have only been a few years that I haven’t had a cat or two. I feel my life is not complete if I don’t have at least one cat and I am happier with multiple cats. The unconditional love is what does it for me. I look forward to getting home each evening and having the ‘welcoming committee’ sitting on the porch waiting for me. My sweet Squint always comes running up to me with his tail high begging for his pets. My husband claims to not like the cats, but he worries about the little wild ferals living in the barn more than I do. He makes sure there is food out for them morning and evening and gives me a report on which ones he sees or doesn’t see. Yes, we have dogs, horses, and cows too, but the cats make my household complete and I can’t imagine the emptiness I would feel without them.

    #396274
    SammyandOliversmama
    Participant

    {{{SMM}}}

    #396275
    Crazycatman – CA
    Participant

    Wow! What a great thread and such wonderful posts. I don’t know if I can put into words what my cats mean to me. They are my buddies, my furry children. Penny the ,make you see stars, headbonk champ (but she always gives you a kiss after). Gir the big lump of orange love, makes it hard to breathe when he sleeps on my chest at night. Kuja, the resident ninja kitty, specializing in sneak attacks, Ashe the little ragamuffin kitty that my 2 youngest kids brought home and I just couldn’t send to another home. Then there’s my CC, I know you are not supposed to have favorites among your children but shhhhh he is, CC and Kuja are littermates, my oldest son and I went to look at some kittens that were being given away, and as we walked into the house CC came flying across the room, climbed me like a tree and perched on my shoulder, licking my head and purring. The lady apologized and said “he hasn’t ever done that”. Of course he was mine then, if a cat and a person can be soul mates then CC and I definitely are. They are an endless source of love, comfort and entertainment.

    #396276

    My cats? You mean my family! I echo everything that has been said above, with one addition. Some of you have heard me say this before, but when I was at my lowest (just before leaving NY) I considered suicide by leaving my car running in the closed garage, but I hesitated because I didn’t want to leave them alone. I thought about taking them in the car with me, but knowing how terrified they were of going in the car (the only times were trips to the vet) I couldn’t allow their last moments on earth to be filled with terror. So if it weren’t for them I wouldn’t be here!

    #396277
    ILoveMyCats
    Participant

    What do my cats mean to me? Unconditional love, comfort when I am sick, a bright spot on a dreary day, laughter when I am feeling down…that a headbonk can make everything all right. I worry about them just like they are children and spoil them rotten. A purring cat laying on or beside me is a wonderful sound and a great stress reducer. In a world where everything is so unpredictable they are the one thing that I know for sure will be there. Life would be very dull without them and black clothing would not be complete without a little cat hair!

    #396278
    KapitiKats in NZ
    Participant

    What do my cats mean to me?

    Companionship – they always know when you are feeling sick.

    An accessory – never go out without cat fur on my clothing somewhere

    Exercise – bending down to pick up the food and water bowls

    Entertainment – a ball + a cat = who needs TV?

    Detective/CSI+ skills – will there be a body at the end of the trail of feathers?

    A reason to spend unfeasible amounts of time on TDK – and make wonderful friends

    #396279
    mollycat71
    Participant

    kk, that is so sweet! thanks for posting. even in your loss you are very true about all those reasons!

    #396280
    bethany
    Participant

    i love my cat lydia ( lala) and my angel kitty kizzy who is at the bridge. i can’t forget kizzy, i love her so much and miss her. i feel as if she is still here, so i will include my baby kizzy.

    lydia is so sweet and makes me feel loved when i am feeling down and anxious. she and kizzy always sat on my lap( kizzy) and on my legs ( lala). they were always there when i was sick and never left my side. i read all your posts and you have all expressed the way i feel about my lydia.

    i am grateful for this web site and thank you all for accepting lydia and I. your posts make me laugh and cry we all share our love of cats and anything else on 2 legs and 4 legs.

    #396281
    mollycat71
    Participant

    AB, I wanted to comment on your comment! I have often been told I am very “intuitive”. Some say psychic, it doesn’t matter to me. I don’t see it but others on the outside do. They say that I often have a foresight that is sometimes almost uncanny. I look at my three cats Molly, Betty and Wilma. As I sit there and spend time with each of them I must say that God has wiped away the tears of the past by bringing back the souls of cats who have gone over the bridge. Molly, she is our old cat Dynamite from my childhood. I even nicknamed her Dynamite due to the similarities. She absolutely shreds any and all papers that are within her reach (like D did). If she gets her hands on peas or carrots (off my plate) she will scoop them up with her paw like a spoon (like D did). Wilma is our old girl Spot I had to be with when she was put to sleep. Spot was often called “Sassy” which I call Wilma all the time. Wilma looks so much like her it is scary, similar markings, even the same toe on the back foot is white. Her whole attitude on life is fun, fun, and more fun! Just like Spot’s was. Betty, dear Sweet melt your heart because she is soooooooo sticky sweet Betty is our girl Annie. They look alike, meow alike and have the same lovey dovey laid back personality. I in my heart think God knows who are the good people, the animal people and brings back their old friends in newer bodies. It may sound a little loopy to others but I think most people on this site get it. I don’t think God would ever want to see us sad, the God I know wouldn’t. He trusts us as the guardian of these super special creatures, if only for a short time. I look at it as an honor to be owned by a cat. My heart saddens to think my girls will one day pass but I know that God will bring another soul(s) into my life who will take care of me and love me unconditionally.

    #396282
    mollycat71
    Participant

    Any more thoughts on this?

    #396283
    JerseyJoan
    Moderator

    When hubby and I were first married, my little black cat, Taz, was going to live with us. Within a week, it was determined she was not right for where we lived, and my parents totally welcomed her back to their house, where she lived out her ten years in happiness. (I think Dad always wanted her back anyway.) A house is not a home without a cat, as far as I (and, I’m sure, many TDKr’s) am concerned, and I was lonely for a cat. Getting to know a neighbor, a little black kitten introduced herself to me. “Someone just dumped her here.” my neighbor said. That cat moved into our house and made it a home that night. Smokie grew to be a beautiful long hair, all black cat. She was the perfect cat, and she knew it. Unfortunately, she apparently got into something toxic outside, and went to the Bridge way too young. We treasured, and still talk about, the 1 1/2 years we had with her.

    The loss of Smokie paved the way for a little gray and white boy needing a home. That would be Shaddo. A year later, Jiggs, our gentle giant Maine Coon, found his way to us. It’s been only just over a year since losing Jiggs, and just under a year since losing Shaddo. We can’t imagine those years without the boys. Shaddo was our buddy, and loved meeting people. Jiggs was my healing kitty, and I was his person. I miss those boys terribly but wouldn’t trade the pain of losing them for anything as they brought us so much joy over the years.

    Now we have our little spitfire, our trooper through the home renovation saga, our distraction, Leela – the kitten found in the rain. I can’t imagine what the past several months would have been like without her. She, without a doubt, has helped reduce our stress.

    Cats truly make the home (IMHO)!!!

    #396284
    bethany
    Participant

    yes molly and joan cats truly make the home. i really am touched by all these comments ,i’m glad this thread was started. molly i found it interesting about your kitties returning to you. i to am psychic at times , it is a family thing. i dream of kizzy alot and find it interesting that your kitties found thir way back to you. God does work in mysterous ways. thank you for starting this thread and for all your responses.

    #396285
    mollycat71
    Participant

    Just me again! I noticed we have had a LOT of new members lately (who let the word out about our GREAT site?) and I wanted to pull this out again. I would love to hear others thoughts on their kits, with us or those who have crossed over the Rainbow Bridge. I have been so touched by what has been written so far and I want to know more about what your kitty/cat means to you……

    #396286
    Tigerlilly
    Participant

    Thanks MC, this reminds me of how much Cori and Jenny helped me with my first pregnancy. I had a very unusual back situation requiring major surgery when I was 24 weeks pregnant. I was in terrible shape for 10 weeks. I was home alone most of the day as my husband was at work, in chronic pain , bedridden and truly down in the dumps. Cori and Jenny kept me sane … Thank you Rainbow babies, I miss you every day.

    #396287
    mollycat71
    Participant

    TL, how sweet! I love that your furbabies were able to be there for you while you were waiting on your human baby to be born!

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