Really. I am a dog person. Not saying anything against the cat people of the world, but I have always loved dogs - sometimes even a bit too much as evidenced by the faint scar on my upper lip where one bit me when I tried to get a little too close. And eventually, we will have a dog in this house again because, well, I am a dog person. (I'm sure you're getting the point, here? Can you figure out where this is going? ;))
So. My neighbor has 2 cats and a litter of 7-week-old kittens (the 2nd litter in 6 months mind you because she hadn't gotten the cat spayed). I dutifully ignore said cats, even the cute fluffballs of 7-week-old newness. Why? Because I am NOT a cat person! It would be nice if it ended there, but sadly it doesn't.
The other day - right before the 4th of July weekend - my neighbor goes away for the holiday. She leaves all 6 cats out the entire time she is gone with no food, no water, no shelter. I admit it, I got angry. Even though I am not a cat person. I was especially angry for the four kittens who were barely weaned yet expected to make it on their own for the 5 or so days my neighbor was gone. And then we begin to feed said cats. We gave them water, the kittens milk and all of them a wee bit of tuna that was all we had in the house we could think to give them. That's when we noticed it. The cutest of the kittens - a teeny little orange tabby - had a skin issue. Flies were swarming all over it like it was dead. And I got livid. So I called animal control to come and take these kittens as I just could not. I figured it was their only shot at survival, even if it was a slim shot. At least there, they'd have shelter, food, water and possibly get treated for their disease. And you know what? I didn't feel bad at all about doing it. My neighbor doesn't deserve those cats. She came back for 2 days between the holiday and the following weekend and didn't even look for them. Now she's gone again, once more leaving out the adult cats.
And that's when it happened.
Suddenly, *we* have two cats. They sleep on our porch, get fed and watered and showered with love by my boys. Particularly Turner. Who *is* apparently, a CAT person. *sigh*
(That's T with the sweet orange tabby we had to send away...and with Peanut this morning. See? Cat Person...but I love him anyway ;))