Acquired: Rescue / shelter organization
Posted Mar 25, 2015
Pippa is a plain ole domestic short hair. A rescue cat, she came to me during a rather sad time in my life. I had just lost my favorite cat, Lily, to an accident which I had deemed in part my fault. I had also just quit a job due to the organization’s instability and was a bit depressed about that. My sister-in-law knew of Lily’s death and called soon after. She had found two stray kittens in a field by the road near her home in rural Ohio. Did I want one or both? She already had a cat and a dog and couldn't keep them. We went to visit the feline hopefuls. One was a small, dusty grey and white tabby, the other was an equally petite tan and grey tabby. We still had 3 other rescue cats at our house, who had come to us in a variety of ways, as rescues do. But, Lily had been my buddy, my daily companion, whereas the others seemed to keep more to themselves. There was a hole, and it needed filled. Dusty, as the grey one had been dubbed, was cute and sweet. The tan and grey one looked a lot like Lily … but, was it too much alike? In the end, I choose the tan and grey one, or, more likely, she chose me as she crawled into my lap and began purring away. I wanted to call her Poppy, in keeping with the floral name theme, but my daughters didn't like that moniker. Instead, in honor of our Anglophile-ness and Princess Kate’s sister, we changed Poppy to Pippa. (Dusty did get a good home with a family as well.)
Pippa hasn’t had any health issues, despite what may have been a rough start in life. That’s the thing, you just never know with strays. While my sister-in-law had guessed the kittens to be around 8-10 weeks, she apparently isn't as well versed in kittendom as I am. I knew when I saw them that they were more along the lines of 8-10 months old. The vet confirmed Pippa had all her adult teeth, putting her age at over 7 months old when we got her. We had her spayed immediately. She’s stayed on the smaller side, but has been very healthy and a wonderful addition to our family. She quickly made friends with our nearly 100 pound dog and fit right in with our other cats.
Pippa seemed to pick up right where Lily left off, quickly becoming ‘my’ cat, sitting on my lap, following me around while I did chores, curling up on the rug while I took a shower. Like Lily, she was unafraid and curious. While mainly inside cats, they both took afternoon strolls in the fenced-in back yard when the weather was warm. Pippa possibly had to hunt to survive before she was rescued, and while she makes a good effort, she hasn't yet brought home any ‘presents.’ She does stalk birds and small rodents, even from inside windows, crouching down and meowing a stutter-like call. She talks at other times, as well, and not just when she wants fed. When I greet her, she always answers in return. Usually in the spring, she walks around mewing, while carrying rolled-up socks stolen from my daughter’s laundry basket. I think this is some innate longing for kittens she never had. Either that or her sense of organization, like mine, is at odds with my daughter’s penchant for living out of a laundry basket! Pippa has always been an easy-going, pleasant cat and has such an interesting personality. From befriending a canine who weighs 10 times more than she, to sticking her head in the trash can at the vet’s to see what’s in there, to lounging in the empty birdbath as if taunting the birds, to perching at the top of my chair each night, to presiding over a basket of laundry awaiting folding like it is her throne, Pippa exudes personality and charm.
Having come from a long line of cat people, I have had many cats in my life since I was a small child. Some find bigger places in my heart than others. I think from reading this you know where Pippa stands. When persons tell me they don’t like cats, I tell them they just haven’t met the right one yet! Cats are as diverse in their ways as people are. It’s all about finding the right one for you!