My friend is in the market for a feline companion. He has his heart set on a Himalayan as he had one before and really likes that breed. I have searched online; he has searched online, at shelters and all the local cat breeders to no avail. I keep telling him somewhere out there is the perfect kitty for him and to be patient.
My friend tells me some disturbing stories of the breeders in the area he has visited. One wouldn’t let him see where the cats were kept (in a basement) and he was suspicious of that. Another changed his appointment because she had to bathe and shave the cat — that was a big red flag right there. Why would she have to shave the cat? Obviously because she wasn’t grooming it properly — Himalayans are long-haired and require regular brushing. Then after he agreed to a later date, she called him to tell him she had promised this cat to someone else first.
We talked about other breeds of long haired cats — I’ve always heard wonderful stories of a breed called Ragdoll. We both looked up Ragdoll breeders and were absolutely stunned at the prices these cats can command. I went to one site and looked at pictures — yes, the cats are lovely, but these people want upwards of $1900. for one of these cats. The day I give someone $1900. for a cat is the day I expect Devoted Spouse to have me committed.
I have had two cats during my adult life — the first was an adorable little gray gal that I named Punkin. We were together for 16 years and there were times I thought she wouldn’t make it to the next day. Oh it wasn’t that she was sick or anything — she was just the kitty equivalent of today’s EmmaLou the Golden Destroyer. Punkin was at times manic. I’d come home and find her hanging upside down by her claws on one of my living room drapes. Once she literally ate the drawstring off a robe — yeah that was an expensive vet bill! And then there was the day I had baked a cake to take into the office. Imagine my surprise as I walked into my kitchen and there was Punkin walking across the cake. She almost went to meet Jesus that day, believe me!
Recently I spent about 12 years with an adorable tuxedo cat I named Benjamin. Benjamin came into our lives as a companion to Devoted Spouse who had been laid off his job and was feeling kind of blue. I thought the arrival of this teeny little black and white kitty would cheer him up. Benjamin was a good cat except when he missed the cat box (note to me: no more cats). He tried. Toward the latter part of his life he developed serious heart problems and had to be taken care of by a cat cardiologist. No, I’m not kidding — the cat had his own cardiologist. She put him on special medicine to which he had a rather phenomenal reaction — even though he was neutered, this medicine acted like kitty Viagra and it was most disturbing when I would wake up around 2 am to the cat humping my leg. Even with this condition, Benjamin was a sweet cat and I miss him every day.
Now my life has been enriched with the addition of EmmaLou, regardless of how much of my home she has destroyed. Once again, I can’t imagine life without my fur-child.
So the search continues. I feel bad for my friend; I understand how much he wants to share his life with a pet. I also know that any pet would be lucky to have this nice man as its caretaker. He loves animals and will be a wonderful fur-child dad. I hope soon that he finds a sweet little Himalayan cat to call his own. In the meantime, maybe he’d like to foster EmmaLou?