I rescued an orange tabby kitten when I was about 6 years old. I was on my way to buy something at a store one block away from our house. As I went around the corner, I chanced upon this orange tabby kitten at the foot of a lamp post. I was so captivated by her; her soft mews and her purring. I made me promise that I’d return for her. Sure enough, she was still there when I got back. I carried her in my arms and brought her home with me. My mom was so furious with me! She immediately checked for fleas and gave the kitten a bath despite my protests. I named the kitten “Golden Treasure” which was shortened to Golden later on.
From that time on until the 4th grade, we had a total of 13 cats. Some were Golden’s offsprings who had offsprings of their own, some were rescued by us, and some were brought home by our cats. Yes, our cats rescued and invited other cats to our home. My late father knew all the cat’s names; him being an animal lover himself. During feeding time, he would instruct my sister and me to summon all the cats and he would say their names like a teacher doing a roll call in class.
These amazing creatures were treated like our family members. You would see them lounging on the couch, on the TV (definitely not a flat screen TV), on our bed, on the cabinets, even on open cupboards. So technically, our house is like a zoo. Have I mentioned that during the time we had 13 cats, we also owned 5 dogs. 🙂
Cats come and go as they please. When I entered college, we had more or less 6 cats. Many had already passed on. During an immersion to Cardona, Rizal, I was given 2 gray tabby kittens named Kernel and Jello by my host family. I couldn’t say no so I brought them home. When I was already working, I also had one gray and white cat named Bobbi that came from nowhere. Sadly, he wandered off after a year and never came back. When I was pregnant, my beau and I had this black and white half-Persian cat that we called Toby. He would always follow me to make sure I’m safe and lie on my bulging belly as if he wants to be as close to our daughter as possible. Another cat named Toby who is the nephew of my cat Toby also graced our home. He is an affectionate black and white cat.
Having cats is like therapy for me. Perhaps because I was born a Leo (or Lion-big cat) or perhaps I was a cat in one of my past lives which explains my affinity for cats. Or perhaps, because cats have this charm about them; I couldn’t resist being around them. I’ve had cats that curl up on my lap as I read a book on cold, rainy nights. I’ve had cats that sleep on my tummy when I have tummy aches which miraculously and eventually disappear. I’ve had cats that sleep with us on the bed at night and wake us up in time for school in the morning. I’ve had cats that consoled me in my lowest times and celebrated with me during my highs. I couldn’t recall all their names but they have been an integral part of my life. Cheers to the cats in my life.