I have a cat that could beat up a pit bull. He is going to be 25 years old, and he can take you down. I am not kidding. He has been that way since he was 7 weeks old when we got him. He likes only 2 people all others I warn them not to try to pet him or touch him. My sister in law didn't listen one day, and she bent down to do God know's what, and he nearly, took the tip of her nose off. Only certain things are approved. There is to be no whistling, no toe tapping, no foot wiggling, and absolutely, no crying. When he wants fed, what he wants fed, you better have it, and you better be quick. But, we love him, but to love him is to know him. Someone I was seeing, didn't like him, or Bob, didn't like him. He would sit and watch him. lol. Never taking his eyes off of him. He was waiting for a an unapproved movement. I knew it, he knew it. Pretty soon, he asked me to move him to another room. Hey, it was his house. Bob is still here, and he is not. If Bob doesn't approve, I don't either.
Bob in his day, walked on the treadmill with me and, this is a cat. But, Bob is different. He says one word. My youngest son's name. Very clearly. From the time we brought him home, he would sit on the steps with me while I called for my son to get up for school. He then, would make this gutteral sound. Ten years later, honestly, 10 years, I was told by my son to stop calling his name. Because Bob can say it, and " cats can't talk." But, Bob, does. One word. So, there at night, while my son was trying to sleep, Bob was in there, too, calling his name in the dark. Next, I would hear, " MOM, come get Bob! It is spooky!" I knew this was coming because I could hear Bob from across the hall calling him. And, I would have to pull the covers over my head for a minute because I was laughing so hard. But, I would get up, and go get Bob, and tell him to quit talking.
Bob, is different. No doubt about that. For the longest time I was yelling at the boys to shut the ceiling fan & light off when they leave the diningroom, do not take electricity for granted I would tell them. " BUT, MOM, we are not turning it on." " OKAY, THEN YOU tell me who is and leaving it on?" It was Bob. I caught him. We had to measure him, and shorten the chains so, he could not reach them. He was hot I guess.
Bob, is my best friend I will ever have. And, he is a cat. The reason I say this is because I think, he saved my life. Back in 98, when I was first told I had the big C, I didn't take it very well. I knew, someday, I would get some form of it for it is very heavy in my family, but, I thought I was good at least until, I was 50. 43? It hit me hard. So, hard infact, after surgery, during the treatments, I would see the boys off on the school bus, I would wave to my husband leaving for work, but, for the rest of the day, I would just sit in the darkened livingroom. Not opening a drape, a blind, not turn on the tv, not make coffee, and most days, not even get a shower or bath. Nothing. I stopped. Then, along comes Bob. He jumped up on the arm of the loveseat, and started to paw the drape, I told Bob, day after day, to " go away, leave me alone." And, he did. Except for this one day.
The day was in May. He tapped the drape, and when I told him again to go away, this time, he took that furry paw and he slapped me across my face. And, then, he backed off into a ball. I looked at him, and said, " it is okay Bob." I petted him, and opened the drape. Now, he was tapping the glass. I opened the glass. Then, he was tapping the screen and looking down and out the window. There was a robin and she had little babies. We watched the babies, we watched her feed them. We noticed a mole scrurrying about, I named him of course, everything has to be named in my life, his name was Loy.
I started looking forward to this time with Bob. I started making coffee, and since, I was now showering, I started smelling better, too. lol. Bob showed me through his eyes, that life goes on, sometimes, it just changes in what you see and how you see it. I started looking at life differently. So, now, does that make me part cat? It does make Bob, my best friend.
Everything happens for a reason, and, when I got him at 7 weeks old, nearly, 25 years ago, who would had guessed, how instrumental Bob would be in my life in healing.