We asked our caregivers and clients to share with us some of their cat memories. A Parisian short tale:

It was a sticky and wet Parisian spring. I was going through a really rough time. All of a sudden I decided to adopt a kitten. I did not give it much thought, it was an impulse. Somehow it was as if that change would help me make all the decisions and changes I had to do with my life. Poor Oscar! It was a black kitten, about 6 weeks old. I passed by a veterinarian office close to my apartment. They had four kittens up for adoption. The adoption fee was around 100 dollars (to cover the shots and vet check up). That kitten turned my apartment in a mess! I lived in a studio apartment at the time, no closet. The kitten would play with my clothes, wake me up during the night. It was a horrible experience. If I had to mention something good, the little guy would cuddle by me and purr from time to time. He was a simple kitten, I was not ready. I called the vet a few days later: "Please, please take him back. You can keep the adoption fee." When I returned from the vet it felt lonely and sad. The gray Parisian sky seemed even more menacing from my kitchen window. I had a long road ahead of me. I hope Oscar found a good home, it was not his fault, it was all mine.

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We asked our caregivers and clients to share with us some of their cat memories. Lynn sent us this beautiful memory of her cats in LA.

When I lived in Los Angeles, I adopted two rescue cats from a no-kill shelter. Jack Burns was an older cat, about eight years old, and had lived with an elderly couple that had died within a year of each other. Their children put Jack Burns in the shelter, and he had been there a year. As soon as I walked into the room of cats, he stopped and stared at me. The other cats seemed unaware of my presence, but he kept his eyes trained on me, and I felt a connection with him right away. 

The other cat I adopted was a white kitten I named Louise, who had been found on an off-ramp to the Hollywood Freeway, and had only been in the shelter a few days. She was batting a dead cockroach across the floor, having a great time, and I imagined the toys I could give her. 

The people at the shelter loaded both cats into cardboard carriers, and as soon as we got to my apartment, Jack Burns raced around checking to make sure all the comforts of civilization were there. 

He ran into the bathroom and took a sip out of the toilet (I kept the lid down, after that). Then he ran into the bedroom, jumped up on the bed, and kneaded the pillows. Finally, he ran back to me and butted his head against me over and over, as if to say, Thank you! Thank you! 

Both cats slept with me on my bed, and one night I remember waking to a terrifying, wild scream, coming from outside. Jack Burns, Louise and I all bolted upright in the bed, and then they jumped to the window sill and the three of us looked across the alley to the roof of the building next door, where several massive raccoons were having some kind of intense ritual together, screaming and bristling at each other. 

I assume it was mating season, and there was also, coincidentally, a full moon, so the scene was well lit. Jack Burns and Louise pressed their faces against the window screen, watching the drama. Jack Burns made a low rumbling sound in his throat, but I think they knew the raccoons were out of their league, and not to challenge them too strenuously. 

We watched for a long time, then the raccoons quieted and slipped off the roof, probably heading back to Los Feliz Boulevard. Raccoons and coyotes often came down from Griffith Park and crossed the boulevard in search for cat and dog food people had left outside, or open garbage cans.

Once it was quiet again, Jack Burns and Louise found their places on the bed; Louis on the pillow next to my head, and Jack Burns curled by my feet. I think the three of us were equally fascinated by the raccoons, and glad to be safe inside.

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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 still remember my grandmother and her two sisters. I always saw them as very old but they must have been around my age now when I first "noticed" them. I'm 48. My grandmother had just lost her husband and her two single sisters lived very close by. They spent most of the time at my grandmother's house, which was bigger. Childhood memories are tricky. I think of that time as a happy period, with big dissapointments and tears in between. One of the biggest pleasures of visiting my grandmother's house was seeing her cats. She only had a couple of them you could barely touch. The others run away as soon as they saw anyone else. They were semi feral cats. Never came into the house, wandered around the backyard expecting my grandmother who came out twice a day to feed them. There were kittens from time to time, most of them did not have long lifes. Even though, my childhood scenery was sealed with cats in the background.  I was always attracted and marvelled by those little creatures. They were common short haired cats, most of them tabbies or black cats. One time she had a semi long haired ginger cat. She always had cats to help her with mice control. That was the main reason why humans started to keep cats close to them. There were no dogs in my childhood (or ever) only cats. It was fate, written in the stars.

When I was a young teenager I lived the joy of sharing my summer vacation at my grandmother's house with a young kitten. I begged my grandmother to let me keep her inside until I left. She couldn't say no to many of my requests. Pirrus was a tabby cat, the most common type you can imagine. I loved that cat! I brushed her, played with her endlessly, spent so much time with that kitten. Leaving her was one of my first heartbreaks. The next time I could visit for a weekend she was already an adult, she barely remembered me. Cats get used to new situations easily. She was a fine cat.

We rarely embrace life so fully as when we are children. Our lack of time perspective allows us to focus on the now. We tend to forget that  easily as we grow up. Loving that cat was totally worth it. 

Kitty in NY has many clients who love their cats so much. We help them find a loving temporary home when they are away from the city. It's the perfect solution, your cat will enjoy the comfort of a whole apartment and the devoted attention of a cat lover who has no pets of her own. Send us more details, we'll be glad to help you find the right option in Manhattan, Brooklyn or Queens. 

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.

If you want to share your cat memories send us an email to contact@kittyinny.com. 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.