We’ve always had pets growing up. I’m definitely more of a cat person. While I was still in school, we had as many as four cats in our house once. As they all began to pass on, we ended up with a couple of dogs – they were going to go to the pound and probably get put down.
Fozzie, a black pomeranian. These dogs have so much energy and personality. Very loving, very protective. I’ll never forget him.
And then Bandit, a clumsy Shitzu. He was such a lovable oaf, and a lot stronger than you’d think for a dog his size – I’d have to put all of my weight in to keeping him under control when he was on a leash otherwise he’d pull me over and I’m not a small man.
I was absolutely heartbroken when they died (Bandit first, then about a year later, Fozzie). We were talking about never getting pets ever again for as sad as we were. Almost as by coincidence, a neighbor was moving from Colorado to Florida and needed us to take care of her cat for a couple months while she got her living situation sorted out. Long story short, she’s our cat now. Here’s a very nice picture I took of her about nine months after we got her:
A big, very shy maine coon named May May. Doesn’t like to be held, doesn’t like to be touched in general unless you’re actively petting her. I’ve been breaking her of both these habits in the four and a half years since we got her. She was a very distant cat that didn’t really like anyone at first, and now she hides under me during thunderstorms for protection and sleeps with me in bed. At times it almost feels like we’re teaching her how to be a normal cat. I wonder what kind of life she originally had. I think we’re treating her a lot better than her previous owner probably did. She owned four cats herself but would frequently go on vacations for weeks at a time, unannounced. She gave us the key to her place and often we’d notice her car would be gone for a few days, and sure enough, we’d get a call from her – “can you go feed my cats?”
While over there, three of her four cats were terrified of us. The only cat that wasn’t afraid of us was an overweight black tabby named Spooky. We suspected Spooky ruled the house and would eat all of the food, leaving the other cats with nothing.
May May is the only cat of that four that presumably survived. The other three went in to a shelter and who knows what happened to them after that. Sometimes I wonder if May May misses them. (Probably not – I’ve caught her having nightmares sometimes where she growls in her sleep, and the moment she wakes up she runs to the food dish and eats, like she was dreaming about fighting over food)