Hey Y'all,
Just thought I'd jump in here a sec. Talking about the cats.....when my wife and I met, she had two female long haired cats, mother and daughter. The mother, Sissy, was her favorite, although she loved them both, naturally. Anyway, Sissy got her tail stepped on (not be either one of us, thank goodness), and it had to be amputated......three times, because it would not heal. Finally, the last time, it healed.
So then, she was this funny looking bob-tailed little cat, with really long hair that bounced when she 'pranced' across the floor. They lived up until about '06. Both passed within a few months of each other. Of course she/we missed them, and one day, a few months later, I had a chance to get another cat for her. Or so I thought.
One of the guys I was working with had three little Mynx kittens, all males, the female unfortunately didn't make it. I thought Mynx....bob-tail.....perfect! I drive out to his house by myself (she was busy, couldn't go), about 30 miles away, and they meet me in the driveway with this cute little kitten. As soon as it saw me, it shot into my arms, like I had saved it's life! And judging from the other 4 cats, 2 dogs, 3 kids and complete chaos at their house, maybe I did.
Anyway, as soon as we got in the car, the little guy scampered up onto the back of my neck, lying across my shoulders, and rode about half way home like that. Then he came down and sat on my lap the rest of the way home. That did it. He bonded with me, instead of her. I took him in the house, put him in her lap.....nothing doing. He came straight back to me. Now, I like the little rascal, but he was supposed to be HER cat, not mine!
So here we are, with this 4 1/5 year old, alpha male, Mynx cat, that thinks I'm it's daddy. He rides everywhere with me in the car. People think he's a dog, at first glance, because he stands up on his back legs and looks out the side window while we're going down the road. I take him with me to the golf course when the weather is not too hot or too cold. He will sit in the car for 4 or 5 hours, whatever it takes me to play (of course I have food and water, and a litter box for him, which he rarely uses, in the car), and just be happy as a clam! Never seen a cat like that.
Well, I'm not complaining, but I wish the sister had lived, I would have taken her. I think they would have bonded perfectly. Guess it wasn't meant to be. And that's my cat story. This guy, his name is Rocky, now rules our house, as all cats do, and has both of us as his personal slaves.
I now believe it's true, that 'we pick dogs, but cats pick us'.