I love my cat. We love our pets. I wanted to do more for them.
Lounging around, idly stroking a purring Evey (who was strategically lying on my bladder of course), I got to thinking.
My purring fur-baby has been there for me through thick and thin. I really don’t know what I would do without her. She’s more than just a pet. She’s my family.
I went through a messy break up a few years ago, and she didn’t leave my side. She’s not a particularly affectionate cat most of the time, so for her to cuddle up to me and stay close 24/7 is really unusual behaviour.
She will normally only tolerate cuddles for a little while before getting annoyed and bitey. She will sit on the back of the sofa and bat me with her paw if I stroke her too much. Sometimes she’ll get really cross and try to bite my glasses before running off, with a loud huff of disapproval.
But I love her. She makes me laugh, brightens my day and gets me up in the morning. My furry alarm clock has no snooze button, and she’s prevented me from being late for work or an appointment many times with her relentless “get up and feed me” morning antics.
First she climbs up and meows at me. Purring and nudging at me with her head. Watching intently for signs that I’m stirring. She peppers in the occasional scratch of the furniture for shock value. Hearing my brand new divan bed being clawed will usually provoke a visceral reaction.
If that doesn’t work, she will eventually resort to nipping any parts she can reach – usually my arm or hand. And she will keep doing it until my eyes are open.
Persistence, thy name is Evey.
I wanted to do something really nice for her that didn’t involve food. She gets plenty of tasty treats and her waistline is a little larger than it should be where she’s had 3 litters of kittens. I hasten to add, she had the kittens before I rescued her. She is now spayed.
But did I rescue her or did she rescue me? A bit of both I think. She definitely chose me.
When I went along to view the 4 cats up for emergency adoption before being sent to the shelter due to a family moving abroad, Evey was not the cat I thought I wanted. She was 7 years old, a grandmother with a loose, fuzzy belly that swings when she runs, and a bit of an attitide. Or is that Cattitude?
I had my eye on one of her offspring, but as soon as we arrived, Evey turned up and wouldn’t let the other cats near me.
She warded them off with warning stares and purred her way happily around my legs, scent marking her new “property” much to her old owner’s utter astonishment.
“Well she’s never done this before! She’s not an affectionate cat! I think she’s chosen you.”
4 weeks later, I went to collect her, and the rest is history.
Evey has been my loyal albeit moody companion ever since. My photo-splattered Facebook wall is testament to my adoration for my fur-baby. I can’t stop taking photos – she looks so cute from every angle!
My friends and colleagues tease me – “Wow Helen, you went for a whole hour without talking about your cat!”
But, fellow animal lovers & pet parents, you will know and understand the madness, the love and the obsession for our fur babies.
I felt it was time for me to give something back, so inspired by my selfless Evey, I set up a Facebook page in her honour.
It’s an online Reiki healing list, with a difference. It’s just for animals.
Please drop by and give the page a like. Add a message or a photo of your own beloved pets too!
If you want to really pamper your pet, or if they need some extra TLC or help, you can of course contact me about a one on one session.
But in the meantime, please drop by my new page on Facebook. Evey and I would love to see you!