(I'm not sure what forum this topic goes in, really, so I'll just put it here unless someone thinks it needs moved.)
I've been a cat person since birth. I can remember running around meowing and pretending I was a cat when I was 5 or so, LOL. We only had outside cats, barncats as my dad called them, when I was growing up. There were 2 mama cats, Cinnamon and Tiger, and they were always having kittens. (And I assume there must have been toms somewhere with all the kittens around, LOL, but I don't remember them.) Even thought they were barncats, they were petted and loved on just as much as a housecat. Of course I longed to have one inside, but never got the chance until I was in middle school when I was allowed to have a beautiful stray I'd found inside. Fast forward to my grown up years. My fiancee knew I missed my cats from home so much (they were not just mine, but family cats by then and I couldn't take them from my family) and offered to get one for us, despite not even liking cats. So we found our Oscar at a shelter. I was thrilled to have a kitty again. Slowly I noticed my lifelong "cat hater" of a fiancee (now husband) bonded with our new addition. I would catch him cuddling him when he thought I wasn't looking, playing "boo" with him around the hall wall (hiding and then letting the cat find and pounce him and then vice versa), and much more. It was soon obvious that my husband was Oscar's "person". TRAITOR! LOL :wink
Really, what a smart cat. He "turned" my husband. He knew his ultimate happiness meant being accepted and thoroughly loved by us both, and I was a given. So he sought him out and won him. Now Oscar is no longer here. Maggie has taken his spot on hubby's lap and in his arms being petted and cooed at. I love it.
So are you a born cat person, or a made cat person? Did a cat turn you?
I've been a cat person since birth. I can remember running around meowing and pretending I was a cat when I was 5 or so, LOL. We only had outside cats, barncats as my dad called them, when I was growing up. There were 2 mama cats, Cinnamon and Tiger, and they were always having kittens. (And I assume there must have been toms somewhere with all the kittens around, LOL, but I don't remember them.) Even thought they were barncats, they were petted and loved on just as much as a housecat. Of course I longed to have one inside, but never got the chance until I was in middle school when I was allowed to have a beautiful stray I'd found inside. Fast forward to my grown up years. My fiancee knew I missed my cats from home so much (they were not just mine, but family cats by then and I couldn't take them from my family) and offered to get one for us, despite not even liking cats. So we found our Oscar at a shelter. I was thrilled to have a kitty again. Slowly I noticed my lifelong "cat hater" of a fiancee (now husband) bonded with our new addition. I would catch him cuddling him when he thought I wasn't looking, playing "boo" with him around the hall wall (hiding and then letting the cat find and pounce him and then vice versa), and much more. It was soon obvious that my husband was Oscar's "person". TRAITOR! LOL :wink
Really, what a smart cat. He "turned" my husband. He knew his ultimate happiness meant being accepted and thoroughly loved by us both, and I was a given. So he sought him out and won him. Now Oscar is no longer here. Maggie has taken his spot on hubby's lap and in his arms being petted and cooed at. I love it.
So are you a born cat person, or a made cat person? Did a cat turn you?