I have, as long as I can remember, always loved cats. I like animals of all sorts, but felines are certainly my favorite out of the bunch. Perhaps it’s because much of my behavior is like theirs, so I feel a connection. Last night I ran into a plump kitty lounging around outside on my walk home. Being the first time that I had come across a cat and I wasn’t headed anywhere or with anyone, I decided to stop to pet it. I couldn’t tell if it was a boy or a girl, but it certainly enjoyed my stroking and scratching. I was reaching out pretty far, so I tried to shift to move closer, but that scared it a few feet away. I considered trying to approach it again, but it takes some time for cats to trust you, so I decided that was enough for the night and headed back. As I made my way back to Marylin’s, I thought of my beloved cats and how sad I am to not have them anymore.
The first cat I ever had got some sort of disease and had up to 90% of her lungs filling up with fluid before we found out and put her down. That was the first time my dad and I cried together. Actually, that’s the only time I can remember. The second one we got had the longest life of them all and got sick recently, dying just on or past Christmas day 2008. He was in China and my parents and I were in Cancun for the break. I wish he could have held out for my dad to get back to him. Then the third one we had just disappeared one day almost six years ago. My mom is convinced that the coyotes or owls in the neighborhood caught him. He was always a rambunctious one, so I wouldn’t be surprised if he ventured too far. We’ll never really know what happened to him, but I can always hope that someone took him in and he’s happily squeezing himself into their sinks for his naps now.
This is Jerriey, our second kitty, curled up on my favorite blanket.
Lately cats have been on my mind a lot because one of Panda and my friends got herself a little kitten that was found on site for a Habitat for Humanity project. That reminded me of the three other times I have come across cats that I really wanted to adopt. First was a little black kitten we found at a club in the Echo Park area. It was my first day on site for the filming of Wristcutters: A Love Story and this little guy was found hanging out in the back area
Little Echo.
where the crew hung out as we waited through shots. I named her Echo (I think the club was named that too) and gave her a lot of attention. In fact, I even managed to convince the club owner to adopt her, since I couldn’t. Next was a pair of kittens, brought to us on Wilshire Boulevard. Katana and I were just walking along in Westwood when this kid comes running up to us and asks if we’d like to adopt kittens. We looked at each other with those yearning eyes. In our hearts, we really wanted to. In our minds, we knew we couldn’t. So, we only glimpsed the kittens he held in his hands, swaddled in his clothing before we sadly had to say no. We watched as he ran down Westwood Boulevard and talked about how we could make it work. Then, in the spur of a moment, we decided to go with our hearts and take them. We went after the boy, but didn’t know where he had gone. I looked to my left and noticed a pet store, so we went in. The boy had just handed over the pair and when we tried to take them now, the store owner said she’d have to take them in for various shots and clean them up before we could come back to adopt them. Sigh. In the weeks after, we thought long and hard about how we could do this, even thinking we’d name them Boba and Udon (one was black and one was grey). Unfortunately, practicality won out in the end and we never did go back for them. Finally, the third came when I was volunteering at a cat home. A tiny grey kitten was confined in a box with a plastic facing so we could see. She was held there because she was still being treated after being rescued from Hurricane Katrina and,
Miss Katrina.
consequently she was named Katrina. I loved that little cat from the seconds we got to spend with her before turning our attention to the cats we could interact with. Just the way she cocked her head when she looked at us was adorable enough for me to want her. Unfortunately, I was still in school at the time and my dad had left the country, so it was just my mom taking care of the one cat we still had. But I wanted a kitten to raise myself.
This is a dream I’ve held for years and years, ever since I got to carry little Jerriey home from the shelter, so cute and loveable. He spent the whole time purring, which is what won me over. I have mentioned this desire many a time and though he started off first not comfortable with the idea, he is now more open to it. Granted, we had to have a whole hullabaloo of a… discussion over it, but he’s willing to consider it at least. To me, having a cat is almost more important than having kids. Not only are they nice to cuddle up with, their purring is good for your health. They are very independent and don’t require much attention or care, which is how I live my life. They train very easily, from going to use the litter box when nature calls to coming to eat dinner with the banging out a plate. I also like to crawl into small spaces and squeeze myself into strange positions to sleep. And come on, there’s a reason we call it the “catwalk” – they’re beautiful and graceful creatures! Cats are highly misunderstood animals. People take their independence for aloofness, much as they do with me. And I think that is why I defend and adore them so much. I’m misunderstood too.
Our friend's new kitten, isn't she precious?!
Well, my dream of owning a cat is still very far off, sadly. I have to wait until I’m settled enough to keep one with me. I have to make sure I have the funds to buy all the food, litter, and catsitting services I would need to take care of it. Thankfully, they love very simple little toys, so just a little catnip and some string or crumpled newspaper can do the trick. Once I feel like I have the resources and capabilities to finally care for a cat of my own, I hope Panda will be ready to have one too (or maybe more). He doesn’t even need to do a thing. I’ll buy everything, scoop the kitty litter, feed them, play with them, and arrange for their care when/if we are away. All he has to do is let me have one. For now, he has agreed to catsit our friend’s kitten if she ever needs us to and we will go visit her after I get back. I hope he likes that experience so he’ll be willing to have one of our own.
Back in high school Katana and I would joke about how we’d grow old and have properties next to each other, each with certain natural formations that we want (like a waterfall for me), and we’d both have houses full of cats. (This was back when we imagined ourselves as old maids, never having been able to truly settle down. I guess it could still work with men in our lives, as long as they allowed all the cats.) At night, we’d both go out and sit on our rocking chairs on our porches to enjoy the nightfall, either knitting or petting a cat. We’d have our houses close enough that we could see each other, but our property large enough for ponds and creeks and forests and whatnot. I think it’d be great if we do end up that way. Yup, we have all the makings ofbecoming crazy cat ladies.
