Whut about catz??
Cats have been part of my life from the very begining.
When I was a child, we had both cats and dogs, and I loved them equally. But growing up, I slowly became more of a cat person, for practical reasons. Dogs are great, but they require so much more attention and time, that when I moved out to live on my own, I decided that I would share my little apartment with a feline instead.
And I only adopted cats from then on…
When I met Chéri, I learnt that he was allergic to both cats and dogs (and it is pretty bad. A couple of years back, I had to drive him to the emergency room on Christmas morning, because staying overnight at my parents’ with their two furballs had made his whole face swell pretty badly and he had difficulty breathing). Which was not good news…
But for some reason, he never had any reaction in the presence of Poupine, my back-then Persian roommate. The three of us moved in together, and unfortunately, Poupine crossed the rainbow bridge after less than a year of perfect cohabitation (she was rather old, 16 or 17 years old if my memory is good).
I thought it would be the last cat I would adopt, but Chéri insisted in looking for another Persian, since things had been fine with my good ol’ Poup. It was kind of ironic to look for one of the furriest cats there is, to be sure that Chéri wouldn’t die from his allergies in the middle of the night, but hey! If it meant having a kitten in the apartment again, I was in.
We welcomed Sissy, and within a month, we learnt that she was suffering from a very rare and severe heart malformation. The heart specialized vets we met gave Sissy one or two years to live, and we were devestated. But luckily, our local veterinarian is absolutely amazing, and with a lot of loving and caring, Sissy lived a long four and a half years, before passing in my arms, one night.
Because of the ”defect” of our last kitten, our breader offered us a free kitten from their next litter.
And that’s how Freja entered our lives.
Miss Freja was not, by all means, the cuddliest kitten. She mastered hissing, biting and clawing fiercely way before she even considered purring to be nice. I considered opening an Instagram account, to make her the new Grumpy Cat, but I kind of enjoy being alive, so I quickly forgot the idea. But I have to say that the pandemic had nice effects on her grinchy character. After being stuck with us 24/7 for a year, Freja now has her pat-me moments, and occasionally (and I suspect that it is not really intended, just yet) purrs. There is light at the end of the tunnel, I guess.
I could have chosen just one of Freja’s pictures for this post. But why limit myself to one, when I have many fur-friends in my Instagram account… So here they are!
Christie, one of my mother’s cats.
Agathe.. The other! (Agathe & Christie… do you get the pun? Yeah, that was my idea LOL)
Boulle de Poils (Furball)… J’s kitten. Remember Nermal, in the Garlfield’s cartoons? Boulle de Poils would definately be Freja’s Nermal, if the two were to meet someday (very unlikely to happen). And talking about the devil…
Miss Freja! Of course 🙂
This year, I am dedicating my A to Z Challenge to revisiting 26 of my favorite Instagram pictures, and the memories that cling to them. If you’d like to get the full list of my challenge post, just click here.
Thanks for sharing your cats with us…life would certainly not be the same (or as good) without them!
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It was my pleasure 🙂 They definately bring a little something to everyday life. The apartment would be terribly empty without Freja lying around somewhere…
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Fur ball is just the cutest!
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She is absolutely adorable, and unlike Freja, she is the cuddly type 🙂
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Thank you for sharing these cats and your history with cats.We are a small dog family but we did have a time when we looked after our daughters cat, Sir Winston, for a few months When she took him home I cried when they went down the driveway. But Sir Winston always remembers us when we go to visit our daughter and her family. He comes up and talks to us and expects to be patted!
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My pleasure, Anne 🙂 I’m sure Sir Winston had the best time with you!! The fact that he still is so demonstrative to this day, is a good proof that you left him a very good impression! Well done, foster Mom 😉 xx
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You cast looks the perfect fit for grumpy cat. But she’s so cute too.
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I love cats, and our last Persian lived to be 14 but my allergies have gotten so bad that we’re just dog owners now. I live vicariously through you and the lovely Miss Freja!
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Kitty cats! Love em! Not what they bring back when outside though, oh no! You can have all the dead mice, birds, etc! xoxo
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