I am not a cat person per say. I have always favored dogs, but that doesn't mean I don't find cats charming, fun and to be all around lovely creatures.
But then one day I began desiring a cat. So I batted my eye lashes and looked at him with my big blue eyes, my husband, who was at the time my boyfriend, promised me we could get a cat. Oh the power of eyelashes.
I wanted to be specific about my cat to be. I know this is ridiculous. But, I had already given my cat a name, I wanted a black and white or gray and white cat.
Well, I worked with a lady that had black and white kittens. Well, I didn't want one of her kittens even though they met my request in terms of color. Adam said "Why not?" I sighed and said "I don't like that (insert nasty word here) and if I get a cat from her I will always have to be reminded that I don't like her."
Yeah, I was younger and feisty. This was pre motherhood days.
We went to one of our favorite places, the apple orchard. It was winter, but they have the best cider there. They had a sign, Free Kitten. We inquired. The kitten was a little boy, gray with a white spot. I said "I want him!" The lady promised to bring him in the next day if we could return to pick him up.
So, that is how we got him.
He is 4 years old now. In the past few months our relationship has really taken on a new level. My cat and I have a moment together every night after the kid is in bed, the cat curls up in my lap to be adored and stroked. I have come to look forward to this special time with my cat, my lovely Maurice. So maybe... yeah I guess I am a cat person.