For some reason, I often feel ashamed when I admit that I love cats. Perhaps it is the stereotype of the crazy cat lady that keeps me quiet. Or perhaps the fact that dogs are supposedly more friendly, loyal, and lovable makes me feel like an outsider.
However the truth still remains that cats are my favorite type of animal. The way they rub against your legs gently, purr nestled in your lap, snuggle up with you in bed – there is so much to love about these strong but caring creatures.
Yes, cats like their independence. However I see this as an asset rather than a problem. Despite my devotion to my pets, I do not want to have to care for them 24/7. In fact, that would be impossible for anyone in my family. Thus Lexi and Princess get to live happily indoors and outdoors. They roam about in the forest at night because we live in the country. Then they lounge about the house during the day.
Contrary to popular opinion, cats do like attention. However, they do not demand it all of the time. This can make them the perfect pet for many people such as my family.
So I am admitting to you, with a bit of trepidation, that I am a cat person. My fear of expressing this is rather funny seeing as I disclose much more personal matters such as health, self-image, and mistakes made. But for some reason, I fear people hating me because of my preference for cats. I do like dogs, don’t get me wrong. However, cats have snuggled into a special place in my heart that no dog can replace.
However, whatever type of pet you have, they can cause anxiety. Right now I am very worried for my sweet Princess. For several days now, I have not seen her. My mother told me that she prowled about the house on Monday but I do not remember that. As each hour passes, I grow more worried.
Our first cat, Angel, disappeared my first year of college. During the winter, he simply never returned. Although i still tear up thinking about him, I try to remind myself that he was thirteen. However, we found him (or rather, he found me) a year to the day of my mother’s miscarriage. Angel never could replace my little sibling but he held a special space in our family.
So now I am really worried that the same thing will happen to Princess. Maybe if I kept in inside all of the time instead of letting her out, she would be more safe. However, I am positive that my parents would never agree to that idea. She still is little, only two years old and very petite. Last night, I cried myself to sleep worrying about her.
So I wish that I could end this post on a hopeful note like I usually do. However, I am consumed with worry and guilt concerning Princess right now. If you would be willing to pray or think about this little cat, I would love it. Although it sounds silly and my mother says she will be fine, I just cannot find the strength to believe that. Right now I am so drained with other struggles in my life. Fearing for the life of my cat feels like more than I can handle. Hopefully I will be able to update you with good news later this week. Until then, I will try to find my cat and maybe even admit to someone at school that I like cats.