This week's #Friday Reflection topic is: "Reflect on how having a pet has changed your life"
I spent the first half of my life thinking I was a "dog person". I grew up in a 1970's home with the prerequisite dog and a budgie (all Australian kids have a dog and a budgie at some stage) and it was the same with all my friends - I didn't know a single person with a cat.
Then, in my 20's, my life changed forever with the random arrival of a kitten at our front door. I was hooked! Kittens would have to be one of the cutest elements of God's creation (I am so smitten with them that I have two Pinterest boards dedicated to them!) It turned out that the "homeless" kitten we adopted for three weeks belonged to our next door neighbours - we never thought to check something so obvious. It went back home and we missed it so much that we ended up getting a kitten of our own, and from there it has snowballed to never being without a cat.
We are currently the proud owners of two diametrically different felines - a laid back, aloof, casual, relaxed, pat-me-if-you-must Scottish Fold named Callie (because she is calico coloured...and has folded over ears), and an up front, in your face, follow you around, talk to you, social "dog-cat" Burmese called Flit (because she is always flitting around). Flit actually sits at the end of our driveway waiting for random people to walk past and pat her. She must know half the neighbourhood by now - this morning she was being patted by three small children that I had never seen before - and loving every moment of it. Meanwhile Callie was sound asleep on the couch (where she snoozed from 7am til 4pm......then ate dinner, then had a bit of awake time before heading off to bed).
I keep suggesting to my husband that we could become kitten foster carers, but the worrying part of that is.....what happens if they don't get adopted??? I could end up being the crazy cat lady with dozens of cats covering the furniture and filling kitty litters and generally turning my house into a cat haven that nobody wants to visit because they can't handle the cat smell, and the cat hair, and being sat on by cats. So, I have to resign myself to being the mother of only two fur children at any given time. I will quietly dream of frolicking kittens and pat my cats (well at least one of them - the other one might be busy sleeping.)
Dog people will never understand the appeal of cats - and that's okay because there is plenty of room in the world for both types of people. But I am quietly convinced that dog people are only dog people because they haven't discovered the joys of owning (or being owned) by a cat.