All cat lovers cherish memories of their first cat, their grandmother's cat, the neighbor's cat, that special cat that started their fascination for these amazing felines who share human's lifes. We asked our caregivers and clients to share with us some of these memories.
I had always liked animals in general (and cats were one of my favorite pets) but I had not decided to have one of my own. I was young, unstable, still trying to figure out where to head or what to do with my life. I was full of disconnected dreams and paths leading to nowhere. The 20's were definately a difficult time. I fell in love many times. It was at the beginning of the love story of my life that I finally crossed paths wth my first cat. Simo was a furry ball not much bigger than my fist when my lover brought it home. He had found her in a box, left in the street. The kitten was trembling, cold, scared. She must have been around 4 weeks old. She became my first cat. I did not really know what I was getting into. It was all part of falling in love: you don't measure the consequences, you just jump in and let go.
It was hard, it was frustrating. Simo was a street cat, I lived in a tiny studio in the center of the city. We had to set the rules. She won most of the times. She was very smart and she loved me. She was destructive, extremely squitish and had litter box issues. We all invested time and efforts, we did not let her down. She was a lucky cat, as happy as she could be. She could win your heart if you had the patience. She was a sweet scared kitty. I got lost in those big eyes, marvelled at the touch of her silky hair, melted when she meowed asking for attention. I did not know much about cats, it was like an intensive training on cat's problems.
I cherish this memory: it was a summer evening, Saturday night. The studio was cool (it did not get much sun light). I could hear a TV from the apartment upstairs. Simo entered the room climbing up the window facing the small courtyard (she loved being outside). I was laying on the couch, reading and chilling, thinking about my Saturday plans for the night. I greeted her and she came right to me and curled by my side. It's not a great annecdote, it stayed in my mind because I wrote a note about it. It felt special in a way. Simo was a special cat. A challenge in so many ways. I became a different person, I grew up, she was there, part of it, like so many things you do not expect. Important things are never planned, they just happen.
I had always liked animals in general (and cats were one of my favorite pets) but I had not decided to have one of my own. I was young, unstable, still trying to figure out where to head or what to do with my life. I was full of disconnected dreams and paths leading to nowhere. The 20's were definately a difficult time. I fell in love many times. It was at the beginning of the love story of my life that I finally crossed paths wth my first cat. Simo was a furry ball not much bigger than my fist when my lover brought it home. He had found her in a box, left in the street. The kitten was trembling, cold, scared. She must have been around 4 weeks old. She became my first cat. I did not really know what I was getting into. It was all part of falling in love: you don't measure the consequences, you just jump in and let go.
It was hard, it was frustrating. Simo was a street cat, I lived in a tiny studio in the center of the city. We had to set the rules. She won most of the times. She was very smart and she loved me. She was destructive, extremely squitish and had litter box issues. We all invested time and efforts, we did not let her down. She was a lucky cat, as happy as she could be. She could win your heart if you had the patience. She was a sweet scared kitty. I got lost in those big eyes, marvelled at the touch of her silky hair, melted when she meowed asking for attention. I did not know much about cats, it was like an intensive training on cat's problems.
I cherish this memory: it was a summer evening, Saturday night. The studio was cool (it did not get much sun light). I could hear a TV from the apartment upstairs. Simo entered the room climbing up the window facing the small courtyard (she loved being outside). I was laying on the couch, reading and chilling, thinking about my Saturday plans for the night. I greeted her and she came right to me and curled by my side. It's not a great annecdote, it stayed in my mind because I wrote a note about it. It felt special in a way. Simo was a special cat. A challenge in so many ways. I became a different person, I grew up, she was there, part of it, like so many things you do not expect. Important things are never planned, they just happen.
If you want to share your cat memories send us an email to [email protected]. And if you need a cat boarding service Kitty in NY offers the widest selection of wonderful caregivers, cat people who do not own a cat but would love to take care of your kitty while you're away. We have options in Manhattan, Brooklyn and Queens. Contact us with more details, we'll be glad to help you.
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