We asked our caregivers and clients to share with us some of their cat memories:
When I arrived to New York it was a chaotic new beginning. I had always longed to leave my home town. It seemed too small, too provincial, too boring, too tranditional... I did not want to marry a local and become like my other friends: a mom, a wife, a respected member of society. I fled from it as soon as I could. Where else could I go? New York City seemed the right place to begin a new life.
I rented a small studio in a depressing neighborhood in the middle of nowhere, Queens. It was an ugly and dirty part of this huge city I've learned to love and hate over the years. A corner deli, a laundromat, a nail saloon and a neighborhood supermarket were the local spots to hang out. The studio faced a brick wall and electric light was required to see anything all day and night. I remember laying down on that bed, looking at the dark bricks. Pigeons would flap their wings every now and then and rest on the rusty fire scape. I was in New York City!
Beginnings are not easy. It was a tough time, I don't think I could make it now. In perspective, I did what I wanted to do. I became used to the new situation, learned how things worked in this amazing megapolis. It took me a couple of years to dissociate the shinny New York image we see on shows and movies from the real street crossings sourounding my everyday life. Trash, rats, empty cans and thousands of people at every corner.
After a year I adopted a cat. It was in one of those adoption trucks the ASPCA sets in Union Square. A tiny tabby kitten, inside a cage, was gazing at me inquisitively. It was love at first sight. She was 8 months old, found in an abandoned building. Skittish and scared. I took her and and gave her a 370 sqf home. She could eventually climb up the firescape. I named her Sisi, a historic joke. Sis was not an easy cat. My friends could never see her, she would only trust me. She would sit close to me on the couch and watch tv. Very independent, she was not demanding. Easy to care for, lovely tabby with huge green eyes. We moved several times, always in the city. She lived 16 years with me. The day I lost her was a terrible day. It was as losing part of my youth, a time that I only shared with her. When we lose a cat a part of us disapears with them: our projects, jobs, boyfriends, family visits, sex and heartbreaks. Sisi was there, my beautiful gray tabby with her understanding green eyes.
When I arrived to New York it was a chaotic new beginning. I had always longed to leave my home town. It seemed too small, too provincial, too boring, too tranditional... I did not want to marry a local and become like my other friends: a mom, a wife, a respected member of society. I fled from it as soon as I could. Where else could I go? New York City seemed the right place to begin a new life.
I rented a small studio in a depressing neighborhood in the middle of nowhere, Queens. It was an ugly and dirty part of this huge city I've learned to love and hate over the years. A corner deli, a laundromat, a nail saloon and a neighborhood supermarket were the local spots to hang out. The studio faced a brick wall and electric light was required to see anything all day and night. I remember laying down on that bed, looking at the dark bricks. Pigeons would flap their wings every now and then and rest on the rusty fire scape. I was in New York City!
Beginnings are not easy. It was a tough time, I don't think I could make it now. In perspective, I did what I wanted to do. I became used to the new situation, learned how things worked in this amazing megapolis. It took me a couple of years to dissociate the shinny New York image we see on shows and movies from the real street crossings sourounding my everyday life. Trash, rats, empty cans and thousands of people at every corner.
After a year I adopted a cat. It was in one of those adoption trucks the ASPCA sets in Union Square. A tiny tabby kitten, inside a cage, was gazing at me inquisitively. It was love at first sight. She was 8 months old, found in an abandoned building. Skittish and scared. I took her and and gave her a 370 sqf home. She could eventually climb up the firescape. I named her Sisi, a historic joke. Sis was not an easy cat. My friends could never see her, she would only trust me. She would sit close to me on the couch and watch tv. Very independent, she was not demanding. Easy to care for, lovely tabby with huge green eyes. We moved several times, always in the city. She lived 16 years with me. The day I lost her was a terrible day. It was as losing part of my youth, a time that I only shared with her. When we lose a cat a part of us disapears with them: our projects, jobs, boyfriends, family visits, sex and heartbreaks. Sisi was there, my beautiful gray tabby with her understanding green eyes.
KITTY in NY provides cat boarding and cat sitting solutions. Our cat care options will let you leave the city without worrying about your cat. You will receive periodic updates from the caregiver. Your cat will be good hands while you take time to run your business or enjoy your vacation or family meeting. Contact us with more information about the service you need. We will be glad to help you.
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