This is my beloved cat Whiskey. He is a rescued cat that we adopted 18 months ago when he was still a kitten. Whiskey had a rough start to his life. When he was 4 months, he was found almost dead by a major highway. A kind soul took him to the local vet where my daughter was working as a co-op student. He was unconscious, blind, with a hole in his head. It took a couple of months, but he was coaxed back from the brink of death. He is a fighter.
And Whiskey (formerly known as Sparky) became a bit of a TV celebrity. He was featured on “Animal House Calls”, a local cable show that highlights these sorts of miracle stories.
My daughter built a bond with Whiskey during his recovery as she was responsible for cleaning his cage and playing with him. We had managed to stay a pet-less family for a good 20 years but she was relentless in her pursuit of his adoption. I gave in first, my husband the “cat hater” took longer. She won the battle. We paid $100, changed his name to Whiskey and brought him home.
We instantly feel in love with this little guy. I took my early retirement 5 months after he joined our family so we spend a lot of time together every day. I have come to the conclusion that I’ve become a “cat lady”. Here are 10 reasons why.
- I spent hours and hours researching cat food. I now know what the optimal combination of protein, fat, and carbs that make up a healthy and well-balanced cat diet. I even monitor his daily caloric intake so that he doesn’t gain weight.
- I have many, many “pet” names for him. These include Bunny, Little Guy, Baby Boy, My Little Kitty as well as You Pain in the A**, Annoying Kitty, and Stupid Cat.
- When I talk to him, I refer to myself as “mummy” as in “Mummy says it’s time to go inside now”
- He is an indoor cat yearning to be an outdoor one. So we compromise. My husband devised a system where Whiskey can easily navigate the backyard (using a harness and long leash) to hunt squirrels, birds, bugs and enjoy the fresh air. I spend at least an hour every morning (rain, snow or shine) with him ensuring he doesn’t get tangled up.
- I take him on local walks. I’ve tried to introduce him to the neighbourhood cats but that’s been a flop. He is very territorial and seems to hate them.
- He has his own (albeit a discarded 1st generation) Ipad for cat games and bird videos.
- I only buy him cat toys on Amazon that have lots of reviews and 5-star ratings.
- I have taken more photos and videos of Whiskey than I have of my entire family during the same period. Especially of him sleeping. We all seem to find those the cutest. Then I send them to our family IMessage account for my husband and kids to enjoy.
- I give him kisses with my eyes (really)
- I carry him in my arms and rock him like a baby. Or sometimes over my left shoulder like you would hold a baby to be burped. He hates it from me but he sure loves my daughter’s cuddles.