My Slinky Cat
by Julia
(Costa Mesa, CA USA)
My Slinky Cat Owning My husband
Following a 15 year friendship with a big, fat alley cat, I sought a cat that would be friendly and talkative the way my fat tabby cat was.
I did a ton of research and decided either a Tonk, a Siamese or a Oriental would fit the bill due to their need for human companionship, love of talking, and general activity.
Believing I had a relationship with a cat I could never duplicate, I went to the breeder in tears, longing for a buddy.
I sat on the couch where a little cinnamon colored tiger stripped kitten plopped down next to me belly up, which reminded me of my tabby, who would routinely greet me belly up.
To say this kitten chose me was an understatement. I took him in the 5 hour ride, holding him to me the entire way. He tussled under my neck.
That night, he curled up and slept under my chin and he insists on sleeping in my arms each night.
This cat ALWAYS wants to be with me. Even when I take a shower, he'll paw open the door and jump in the back of the shower.
He comes when you call him... and will play chase with you, like a child running from one side of the house to the other.
When he sees I'm leaving, he'll jump on my shoulder hoping to get me to stay.
He loves my husband dearly, and rides on his shoulder, rubbing against his beard.
My husband walked out of the apartment one time, went to the elevator, sat their waiting, looked down, and the kitten followed him out and was sitting next to him ready to go to work.
The minute you sit down, he's in your lap and is always first to cuddle under the covers.
He greets you at the door and runs around collecting my hair ties only to drop them in his water dish.
My husband, taught him to use the toilet.
Having a strong bond with a cat before, I still can't begin to tell you what owning a Oriental is like... Lack of shedding, his love and devotion... intelligence and curiosity.. what an amazing breed.
Julia
