Just the other day I stopped by to visit my sister. By default, this also turned into a social call with her cats. You cannot visit my sister, without encountering her older female grey tabby Sunshine and her younger tom tuxedo Random Kitty.
In many respects, the two cats are polar opposites. Sunshine is old and skinny while Random Kitty is young and chunky. Sunshine is possessive and territorial while Random is outgoing and crosses boundaries. Sunshine is laid-back and Random is hyper. Sunshine hates Random Kitty but Random wants to befriend Sunshine. Sunshine is the bully and Random has to bide his time.
I like both of them, but since they’re not my cats I can have a favorite. It happens to be Random Kitty. This is revealed by the fact that I take far more photographs of Random than of any other creature on Earth. If my landlord allowed pets on the premises, I would beg my sister to let me adopt Random Kitty.
The events calendar says today is Global Cat Day. Of course the first cat that comes to mind is Random Kitty. The second cat is Sunshine. There’s a third cat as well. The third cat is an orange tabby that sometimes stops by my house before I write this daily blog.
I don’t know his actual name, but I call him Orange and he responds. Most mornings I sit on the front step with my coffee and Orange ambles to me and jumps onto my lap. I pet him for a minute or so, then I offer him some cat treats. Afterwards he indifferently walks away. Orange is not a stray because his coat is beautiful and he wears a flea collar.
The main quality about these felines is that just observing them makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. In fact, I’m a real sucker for cat and kitten videos on YouTube. Even though pets are prohibited at my rented home, I can still enjoy other people’s cats as de facto pets.
I agree with zoologist/author Desmond Morris’ opinion, “Artists like cats; soldiers like dogs.” Naturally there are exceptions, but my artistic side is cat-like and elusive, not dog-like and worshipful. The cat-like creativity comes to me when it needs vital attention. So, my artistic side is mercurial and unpredictable but in the end is loyal to my nature.
One of my friends who dabbles in astrology says that my affinity for cats is strong because my Sun sign is Leo the Lion. Although I don’t believe in astrology, part of me wishes it was true. It’s fun to think that I might have the soul of a lion. I just hope it’s not the lion character from “The Wizard of Oz”. Of course, people who were born under any twelve of the Sun Signs can feel love for cats.
The cartoonist creator of “Garfield” Jim Davis says, “Cats are anthropomorphised in art because they are so laid-back that you automatically attribute human thoughts and feelings to them.” This seems true to me, too. Each cat I’ve known has had wildly different personalities. It’s a fact that Orange, Sunshine, and Random Kitty behave differently than each other and towards me. The strangest thing about these three cats, is that Orange is the only one that will curl up on my lap. My sister’s cats don’t.
One thing is certain. There will probably always be at least one cat in my life.
The Blue Jay of Happiness quotes the philosophical poet Percy Bysshe Shelley. “When my cats aren’t happy, I’m not happy. Not because I care about their mood, but because I know they’re just sitting there thinking up ways to get even.”