The rise of the Crazy Cat Lady

Ever since I remember, I always wanted to have a cat. However, my family in Poland are all dog people. My dad claims he dislikes cats as much as he hates stale bread, long queues and the Polish national football team. My mum feeds stray cats and helps catch and neuter them, but she says she’d never want a cat at home. My sister’s personality is very dog-like, so it’s not much of a surprise that she prefers dogs, and my brother doesn’t get along with anything that’s not a computer, a mobile or a camera. I grew up with dogs and dog people, but deep down inside I always knew I was a cat person.

So when I bought my own flat, I knew that one day a cat will share it with me.

What I didn’t know then was that one cat always led to another.

Loki, my wonderful Russian Blue boy, is over 8 months old now. He’s the sweetest little creature, very relaxed and laid back most of the times, with occasional spurs of total madness. He’s totally gorgeous and I keep telling him that, which my partner finds very amusing indeed. He’s also a bit lonely, I’m afraid.

Or: was. Because on Friday, another cat is coming to live with us: a completely mental Bengal girl named Cara, who seems to never run out of energy. She’s only 5 months old now, so it might just be a passing phase. Or not. Bengals, from what I know, are extremely active and very, very intelligent. I reckon she’ll be opening drawers in no time.

So, I’m officially a Crazy Cat Lady.

Not that I mind.

June 30, 2010. Uncategorized.