Rover Company would consider itself to be a lover of all animals, but I would definitely classify myself as a cat person. I’m sure this stems from the fact that my childhood pet was a cat that lived a long and loving 17 years. It just seemed natural that I would look towards the felines once I was ready to have Pets of my own in adulthood.
One of the guys brought along his two furry ones that I had come to know and love: Göst, an all-white male Scottish Fold, and Cali, a Female Calico. It was great having these four-legged critters sharing space with us, but they naturally gravitated towards their master’s bedroom. Since we had so much space in our house, I decided to get a kitten of my own and introduced Betty (a female with tortoise shell coloring) to the mix. In a four-bedroom home, there was plenty of space for the elders to escape the psycho kitten when necessary, so Betty’s assimilation into the household was (mostly) smooth sailing.
As with most roommate situations, there came a time for us to move on with our lives. Göst and Cali’s owner was the first to depart, but the cats weren’t going with him. He moved out with his girlfriend and claimed he could not have pets at his new place, but I knew that was just a cover-up story for his mate’s desire not to have them. So, I gladly volunteered to take over kitty care, which wasn’t that big a stretch since I did most of the cat maintenance in the first place.