Acquired: Other (stray, given cat by friend etc.)
Plantersville, Texas, United States
Posted Jan 06, 2019
When my sister and I were about seven years old, we found a litter of kittens that were trying to hang out in the sewer. Our friend on the street decided to take them, but one of them decided to follow us home. My mom noticed her meowing outside and, although my dad hated cats, she managed to convince him for us to keep her. We went to the store the next morning and bought all the supplies she could need. Not long after, we adopted our boston terrier male for my dad and the two became absolute best friends from there on! They would zoom around the house chasing each other and wrestling. It was awesome to watch. After we moved into our two story house, their play got more intense zooming up one set of stairs, down the hallway, and down the other set of stairs. It was endless fun! Over time, they both mellowed out and their play became more of a hide and seek, then pounce rather than a zoom. They really enjoyed each other's company. That cat though was not very keen on handling and if you tried to pick her up or pet her when she didn't want to, despite the fact she would rub against you, you would get a claw or a hiss. She ended up getting sick a few times in her life with us and wasn't very good at using her litter box. She insisted on being the boss and did whatever the heck she pleased. She was uniquely beautiful, but not entirely friendly, however she was very easy to feed. Was not picky at all and still loved to play with toys often. My mom though, decided she'd leave the door open constantly and she ventured outside, typically too afraid to go anywhere until one day she just ran off. We never saw her again. We were devastated, but we still hoped for the best and that her stray-born instincts might kick in or she would find another home to take her in and live her life. She was almost 8 when she left. Even with all her flaws and quirks, we still loved her and enjoyed having her. She had a way of still getting into your heart even when she wasn't being nice. We also owned two other stray cats in that time. They were outside and male and they were much nicer, loved cuddles and rarely hissed at our advances.