As I browsed a Houzz message about fifty cats enjoying the sun, I recognized this cat. After expecting 50 strange but attractive cats, it was quite a surprise to see someone I knew.
I expected to see one or more photos of crazy cat people, each festooned with fifty cats living in some designer home. The article, 50 Cats Soak Up the Last Days of Summer, showed normal situations with a room and a cat or two. No hordes. Most of the shots posed the cats as ornaments, where their environment was large and the cat small.
Our cat was a very deliberate creature. If she were human, she’d be the geeky sort who is not into sports. She knew how to open doors, something our other cats never quite mastered (unfortunately she never learned how to close the door behind her). She fell out of trees (not far; she didn’t climb very high). She though hunting was silly where there was perfectly good cat food just waiting to be eaten with no effort. Birds were for watching, not eating. She even refused to eat anything but dry cat food. No human food, certainly, but no canned cat food, either.
In the photo, she had a specific destination in mind: the water feature, where she would drink every morning as birds took baths. She would then stroll into the garage and go to sleep on an old suitcase, opting away from her comfortable warm cat bed in the house.
So, that’s our famous cat story. She was too mellow to get in on grumpy cat action. She never did multiple somersaults, never tried to speak (although she did occasionally meow very loudly while talking to inanimate objects). She didn’t roam the neighborhood, never got in a fight and liked to cuddle on cold nights where she didn’t prefer to sleep in the garage.