I’ve never been a cat person. I’ve always preferred dogs, having grown-up with them all through out my childhood. As a child, I didn’t have any experience with cats. They meant nothing to me.
But Boots? Boots is a special cat.
At the beginning, I wasn’t fond of her at all. We got her for T when she was about two years old. The plan was to get a cat first, then a dog. I wasn’t really keen on the idea of having a cat. But gave in. We got Boots from a local cat rescue centre down here in Cornwall. She moved in with us and that was it.
She didn’t pull at my heartstrings, not like some pets did. But I was very impressed on how patient she always was with little T who liked to pull her tail and whose idea of fun was strangling the poor cat. She never hissed or scratched her. Even though she herself was only young at that time (around six months), she never hurt T and for that I was very grateful. But she was still just a cat to me.
When we first got her, she didn’t like to be petted by other people except T. If I did it or my husband, she’d allow it only for a while and then leave as if to say “That’s enough”. She was never an affectionate cat.
Then we lost her.
And I found myself missing our Boots and even pining for her. After a year, my husband “found her”, we kept her inside till we moved house and now, she’s a changed cat. As I keep saying, she prefers the indoors to the outdoors. And since our house move was delayed time and again, Boots was forced to stay indoors and because of that, we all grew closer to her. And now, I can say and really mean it, I am very fond of our Boots. And I have a suspicion the feeling is mutual.
When I’m sitting on the sofa, she’ll sit on my lap and allow me to pet her. She’d fall asleep and just lay there, only waking up to hiss at the dog if Doc dares go near us.
And when I’m lying on the bed reading, she’d come to me and sit on my chest, purring and fall asleep. I don’t dare move even though I really want to, or even need to.
In the mornings, when she’s on our bed, I’d wait for her to wake-up before I even bother to make the bed.
T of course loves her too. They’ve always had a special bond.
But Boots and I? Ours has just begun.
Do you have a special bond with your pet or even as a child?