I love cats!
Cats change your life. They bring joy and sometimes a whole cocktail of emotions - frustration, grief, love, pleasure, laughter. They have such unique personalities - each one is SO different. The list goes on.
We had a black and white cat called Cutex which we bought as a kitten only months after arriving back in our home country, South Africa. Cutex wasn't always the easiest cat. She was always hungry!! I used to get so frustrated with her in the kitchen because she nagged me for food constantly. Eventually I got used to it and started to see the humour in it.
She adored dairy. Cheese, butter, cream. Anything with a drop of dairy in it became a treat.
She was also extremely grumpy. Maybe because the last few years of her life, she had allergy and skin problems and didn't like to be touched much. I even tried to cut out dairy from her diet, but somehow she found it and ate it - whether from our plates or in some toast crumbs (with butter). But her grumpiness was funny and I know it sounds mean, but she made us laugh. She was like loving and grumpy at the same time. She used to hold meowing conversations with my husband sometimes. My husband is the resident Dr Doolittle in our home - he has such a way with animals. They all adore him!!
Anyway, she passed away several months back. We still don't know what happened to her but we found her dead in the yard of the people a few houses up from us. Either she was knocked down or attacked and went in there to lie down or her body gave it. She just hadn't been looking good the last few months before she died but there was nothing seriously wrong with her except for the allergies.
My kids really wanted another cat. And so did I. But we were wary. We didn't feel like we could replace Cutex. No, you can never replace a pet. They're each unique and special in their own way. We took a drive out to our local SPCA and looked at what cats they had. Two cats caught our eye - the one was long-haired and beautiful and not so much a kitten anymore. The other one was white with brown splotches and the friendliest little thing. It kept on coming to us and wasn't scared. He would see us off as we went there three times before we eventually chose him.
His name is Laska and he is the most wonderful cat! He's got a great personality. He's fearless. The vet called him "Rambo" when we took him for an injection because he didn't flinch. He's the only cat who's not scared of our two dogs and has befriended the dog that used to chase our cats the most outside.
Laska is playful, energetic yet can look so sleepy sometimes and he actually likes to be held. Not many cats do. When my husband went to Canada for three weeks, the one weekend my kids were away on camp. I was quite lonely. I'm so used to my family around, so it was kind of horrible. Anyway, Laska was great company. He slept in my room for the two nights. He loves to sleep by our heads or necks and purrs loudly most of the night. It's so cute although you don't get much sleep.
Here's a couple of pics of him:
We have another beautiful cat called Ginger. She's sweet and gentle and a wonderful cat. My son and her have a special bond. Here's a pic of her.
Anyway, you must wonder what this has to do with books and writing. Well, in His Halloween Kisses, the hero Byron give Ali a black cat. She's most upset in the beginning because he doesn't even ask her but just drops it off at her home. I won't tell you what happens, but here's a short snippet from the scene when she discovers he's given her a cat:
That evening, Ali came in the door
and ran to the couch to rest her weary feet. She’d taught five lessons in one
day and couldn’t be happier. If it weren’t for the horrible let--‐‑down
of the night before, she would be at her happiest in ten years. Who would have
thought she’d love teaching art, of all things? Not science, not history, but art.
Watching what the kids under her instruction produced brought her even more joy
than when she’d designed her own jewellery. Who would have thought? Pat, her
long--‐‑time school friend and now
roommate, came through and stood staring in at her.
“Guess what?” She clapped her
hands together.
“Someone dropped this off for you.”
Pat ignored her and pointed down at a basket on the floor which Ali hadn’t
noticed yet.
The basket wriggled and moved.
Something black peeped from inside of it.
“What’s that?”
“I think it’s a cat.”
“I’m sorry?”
“A cat. You know, those furry pets
that have whiskers, a tail, and go ‘meow.’”
“I know what a cat is.” She walked
up to the basket and opened the lid. A tiny, furry, very black face stared at
her and gave out a little squeak that could pass for a meow.
“It’s a kitten, not a cat.”
Pat merely stared at her, a cookie
poised in her hand but not going to her mouth.
She touched the cat’s head
tentatively, wondering if it would try to scratch her.
“You’d think it was still
Halloween,” Pat said. “Black cat with an orange basket on a blanket filled with
spider print.”
“Oh my goodness.” Ali stepped
away. “How could he?”
“Who?”
“He thinks gifts are going to take
away all the problems—thinks he can buy my understanding.”
Pat merely stared on. Obviously
Janet hadn’t told her about her bad date the night before.
“I don’t even want a cat. How can
someone give a pet without asking? A pet is a big thing. You have them for
years.”
“It has beautiful eyes. They’re
blue.” Pat knelt next to the basket and picked up the little creature.
Her heart went out to the helpless
thing, but really, she couldn’t look after a pet. She worked all day and had
busy nights now with school preparation. And besides, she could barely afford to
feed herself. What was he thinking?
And what did he want from her?
“Most kittens have blue eyes, don’t
they?” Ali came up to her friend and peered into the lost little face.
“Mew.”
“She’s hungry.” Pat handed it to
her. “Feed her.” She had no choice but to take the furry, wriggling thing.
“Aren’t you listening to me? I don’t
want it.”
Pat moved towards the door. “I don’t
think you have a choice. Black cats are bad luck.” She gave her a wink and
walked out of the room.
“Wait! Pat…Pat! Did you see who
brought it?”
Pat turned around from walking
halfway down the passage.
“He was really cute, Ali. And he
said he’s sorry. What more can I say?” Pat shrugged and slipped into her
bedroom, shutting the door behind her.
The kitten stared up at her as if
to say “I’m hungry.” She bent down and looked in the basket. Sure enough, he’d
placed a baby blanket on the base with a Halloween print of spiders, creepy hands,
and jack-o’-lanterns. Also in the basket sat kitten food in a
sealed bag on top of two small
orange bowls.
The absolute cheek to assume she’d
accept a pet without questions.
Giving someone a big
responsibility like this wasn’t like giving a piece of jewellery or a bouquet
of roses. This meant years of commitment. You asked before you gave someone a
pet. What if she didn’t like cats? What if she were allergic to them? And if
one of her roommates were allergic? Didn’t he think? He had absolutely no sense
at all. One minute, he kissed her, the next minute he was engaged, and the next
he disrupted her whole life.
“Ugh!” she screamed. The kitten
sprang out her hands and scampered to a corner behind the couch. Oh great. Now
she’d scared it.
She had to feed the creature, and
then she’d phone the SPCA to find a new home for it. After searching for ages
for a pair of scissors as her mind was all over the place, she cut open the bag
and poured some kibble into one of the bowls. Maybe the sound would summon the
cat out of its hiding place. Nothing. It remained
curled up in the corner, its
little heart causing its whole body to shake. She didn’t mean to scare it so
much.
Laying the blanket flat on the
floor right next to the kitten, she put the food bowl on top of it and then
quickly went to fill up the other bowl with water. When she got back, the wiry
little ball of fluff had tucked in already, now oblivious to whatever had made
it scared. Its tail zoned towards the ceiling while crunching sounds emanated
from its small head.
If only she could keep it.
But no, she couldn’t. And she
should phone Byron first before the SPCA. He knew where the cat came from and
should return it there.
She slumped back onto the couch,
wondering what to say to him. Really, did she have to talk to him tonight? She’d
so hoped she’d never ever see him again.
A pungent smell wafted up towards
her nose. Oh no! She’d forgotten that kittens didn’t know how to go outside to
the toilet. Running around to the baby blanket, she found a steaming parcel on
the floor by the couch. Great. Her roommates will love her now. She picked up
her cell phone and dialed his number. “Why didn’t you give kitty litter with
the basket? In fact, why didn’t you check with me first before giving me a pet?
What were you thinking?”
“Good day to you too.” Byron
sounded unusually cheerful despite the status of their friendship.
“Good day.” Was she being rude?
Hearing his voice, all the anger seeped out of her.
“She needed a home, and I wanted to
show you I’m sorry.”
“Sorry for what?” She wanted to
scream at him, but the kitten waddled up to her on shaky legs and put a tiny,
sharp claw on her foot.
