There are three kinds of people in the world: cat people, dog people, and strange people. I am a cat person. I claim ten fur children: Sugar Daddy, Souk, Fez, Medina, Humsa, Caruso, Honey Bunny, Timinia, Squeaky and Fluffy – a.k.a. Fluff-man. These are my babies. They are my children – with fur.
I adopted them at various times. Sugar Daddy, the oldest, is almost two years old. The youngest are Squeaky and Fluff (brother and sister) who are only three months old – so far. They all have individual personalities – just like children do. They all live to be around twenty to twenty-five years old – like children before they finish college and start their own lives. They break things – like children do. They aggravate you, like children do. They love on you, like children do, too. They bring you presents, like dead mice and birds, UNlike most children do. They beg for food, like children do. They even snitch food, like children do. I remember having to hide the cookie jar from my human children. Now, I have to hide the tuna. Same concept, different food.
It is amazing, actually, how very similar my cats are to my human children. They can even talk. Well, I can understand what they are communicating, at least most of the time. Sometimes I did not understand my human children very well – and they were supposed to be speaking my language – supposed to be, anyway. I can speak (or comprehend) most cat-speak. It’s not too hard. Most of it is begging for food. Or cuddles. SOME of it is LEAVE ME ALONE. That one is pretty clearly understood, too. And then, there is the occasional: MOM, he/she is BOTHERING ME!! This one, again, is a LOT like my human children used to do. Well do I remember when my son or daughter would come to me with that complaint about their sibling, and my cats also do this when someone is playing too roughly, or they have some other issue with a sister or brother.
The only difference, really, between my fur children and my human ones is that I take my fur children to the veterinarian to be spayed or neutered, so they do not “gift” me with additional fur children. I adopted THEM, not all their exponential children into the future. Society would frown upon that course of action with the human ones I am a parent to, I am pretty sure. I guess I am stuck with whatever children THEY choose to have, darn it. Well. Maybe I will like them as much as I do my fur children. Maybe.