I am not a cat person. When I was younger, I thought that maybe I was. I worked for the Army Veterinary Corps for a few years while we were living in Japan. It was a great job, I would do the office work typing up certificates during clinic hours and on off hours I worked as a scrub nurse, helping out during surgeries. It was a job I just fell into and I loved it. I got bit by a dog once. It wasn’t bad, and it was a one time experience. However, I received at least four cat bites a day. After the first couple of weeks, I decided I may not be a cat person. By the time I left that job, I knew I was not a cat person. There is nothing wrong with cat people, most of my dearest friends are cat people. I’m not though.
The friends we are staying with have cats. Three of them. Sammy, Max and Sparky. I remind myself daily that I am not a cat person. They are bothersome, I have memories of cat bites.
These three cats are all rescue cats. Max was the last one to join the brood. We heard that our friend’s son found him and brought him home until his friend came to pick him up. Their son has been married for seven years now. His friend still hasn’t shown up. Max still has all his claws. Max is vocal. Max is weaseling his way into my heart. He makes me smile. But, I am not a cat person.
Sammy was found half starving. He was brought in to get a good meal and when our friend’s daughter moved into her own place, Sammy was going to go with her. She has been married for almost six years now. She has two dogs and two cats, and yes, Sammy is not one of them.
Sparky I have known for seven years. The friends we are staying with are a firefighting family. One winter day their son was inspecting the fire engine. He heard a faint cry. He looked all over to see where the cry was coming from. He found Sparky half-frozen into the wheel well of the fire engine. It took several hours to free him and warm him up. Thus his name, Sparky. Sparky and I became friends several years ago. I like his personality and his tenacity. I tell him often that I am not a cat person. He understands.
The cats live in the family rooms downstairs, they sometimes venture up to the main floor and have a stand-off with our Shugo. The cats are leery of this dog. Our dog would just like to play with them. That’s why I am a dog person, they like to play. The cats have nothing to do with him. They arch their backs and growl at Shugo. Shugo just whimpers and tries to get to them. It can turn into a circus if we let it. We don’t, and the cats are smart enough to retreat back downstairs.
So, this has been my life the past few weeks. I talk with the cats, tell them I do not like cats and pet them to make certain they understand that although Sparky and I can be friends, I don’t have to like him. I will feed and water them and care for them. But, I am not a cat person.