Friday, May 28, 2010
Ode to my best friend
Shortly after turning 15, I was able to get my much anticipated first cat. I had desperately wanted one from the time I could talk (which mystified my mom who was a dog person and who didn't think she would even like cats). She thought we'd shop around a little and day dreamed about how nice a white cat would look with the decor. So we took a road trip to a farm just outside of Saskatoon, to see a woman who breed Persians and horses, and to meet her litter of three month old kittens. Topaz was love at first sight, a tiny little white fluff ball who had only been handled for two hours in her three months, scared out of her mind, semi-feral and hiding at the back of the carrier after her similarly terrified siblings made a run for it to hide under the couch. She was an odd eye, white Persian, meaning she had one beautiful sky blue eye and one yellow eye and long pure white fur.
She was a terrible first cat. Petrified of people she had to be constantly dragged out from under furniture and any hidy hole she could manage. She found an open cold air duct in the basement days after getting her and crawled under the sub-flooring giving us a 14 hour scare that found me locked in my bedroom trying to talk her out while my mom and grandpa fretted upstairs. She would make mad escapes outside to run laps around the house (she was an indoor cat) and she managed to grab some ribbon off a valentines gift one year and ate it (nearly killing herself in the process!).
I was glibly unaware of how poorly I'd chosen and just mauled her until she realized I might be worth hanging out with once in awhile.
People often ask how I met my hubby, well I met him at a housewarming party, but the important part of the story is when later that day he came over to my apartment Topaz gave me her enthusiastic approval and officially picked him. She was, up until that point, largely unimpressed by anyone but me, and would wander into my closet and take a nap whenever people came over. But that day she trotted out, walked up to him and jumped in his lap to snuggle as I sat there stunned. "Cats like me" he said.
We often joked he and Topaz were the couple and I was just the human who came along with the package.
Annex Cat Rescue. She was always gracious about sharing her home and our love with them.
In memory of her I've denoted Fridays, Feline Fridays on this blog. Every Friday I'm going to talk about cats, either in literature or in shelters, and hopefully I'll eventually inspire someone to make the decision to adopt the love of their life, and Topaz and I can share how great it is with others.
To my beloved Topals.
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