FEBRUARY 22, 2023
The World According to Rosey -
One of my safe houses
As I become a more mature cat, I am letting go of some of my kitten habits and beliefs about how things are. I know I can’t play with the cat in the mirror. Windows are like TV screens, I can see things, but I can’t catch them, and that dot I have been chasing around on the floor is not real.
But even at my age, almost two in human years (about twenty in cat years from what I have been told), there are times that I still slip back into my kitten self. The big one for me to learn was trust. It’s not natural for the feline nature to totally trust anything. To make it worse, my early months made me afraid of loud noises, abandonment and starving. Those months of trauma are buried deep in my psyche and are not easily forgotten.
When I first arrived at my human’s house, I panicked every time she left the house. “No, you can’t leave me alone,” I would say in cat talk, but she went anyway. When she came home, I would scamper to the door and tell her how scared I was. She always took a minute to listen, but she continued to leave me alone, sometimes only for a nap length, sometimes for a whole day. As I got older, I came to trust that she would come back. I even quit meeting her at the door and let her find me when she wanted to say hello.
Another thing I have learned to trust is that every loud noise I hear is not going to attack me. The first time I heard the overhead speakers in the house, I ran under the bed and hid for an hour. Voices could come out of the ceiling with no human attached. How could that be? At least with the TV, I could see where the noise was coming from. Now I know it is only noise. If it hasn’t attacked me yet, it probably never will. I also know now that if I can’t figure out where a noise is coming from, I can always go ask my human.
And about the starving worry, I have never been without food since the day I was turned loose in this house over a year ago. Chances are I never will starve either. Besides, I know which cupboard to open if I need to find the stash. I can trust that I will have food as long as I live here.
The point I want to make is that you don’t need to worry about what is not happening right now. Trust that you will be okay, and don’t let your past come up and smack you with its tales of worry. It can ruin your day, or maybe even your life. Trust yourself, enjoy life. For me that is throwing around my stuffed mouse and a long nap in a sunny window. That is probably not your cup of milk, but I love it. Trust me, your life will be a lot better if you learn to trust.
JANUARY 22, 2023
The World According to Rosey -
Mirror, Mirror, on the Wall
Sometimes when I look at myself in the mirror, I wonder if I am as good as other cats. My early months were rough. I came from feral cat genes and don’t have any of that fancy breeding. I often wonder why I look different than all the cats I have ever seen. I heard my human say once that she thought about getting a Bengal cat, but they cost too much. I know what she paid for me, but it was probably not even enough to cover the medical stuff they did to me. Makes me wonder if I am worth much.
When I sit in the window, I see cats that are allowed to run free. There is this cat that lives next door called Mario. Sometimes his human lets him out so he can strut around in the sunshine. He is a tuxedo like me, but he is a lot bigger and has a lot more white than I do. I wonder if that makes him better looking than me? How do humans decide what is good looking and what is not?
Last summer I saw a huge golden tiger-striped cat across the street. He was all flopped out on the cement and looked like a big pile of gold. I was so jealous when I saw him. He looked a lot like that cat on the talking screen called Puss ‘n Boots. I remember when I was at Noah’s, a homeless pet shelter, the gold ones and the white ones were always picked first. The black cats and tuxedos like me were ignored by most of the humans who came for cats. Thank goodness my human wanted more than looks in a cat. I am not sure why she picked me, maybe because I stared at her and kept talking when she tried to look at other cats. Whatever it was, it worked. After four months in that place, I would have done somersaults to get out.
Sometimes my human calls me ‘Pretty Girl’, but I think she might be trying to make me feel better about myself. I know when I convinced her to take me home, she didn’t know I had a kink at the end of my tail where it was broken when I was little. Thank goodness she didn’t take me back. I know she thought about it. I was still pretty wild when she got me, but I have adjusted some. I have learned how far I can push it before I get yelled at.
Guess what? I found out my human has a litter of her own. Her oldest came to my house to see us. She talked about her two cats like they were something special. She said her ‘Missy’ is a rag doll. The way she bragged makes me think that rag dolls must be better than tuxedos. I bet that rag doll, ‘Missy’, would never have survived out in the wild like I did. Besides, looks aren’t everything, are they?.
I know that cat in the mirror has one thing going for her - personality! No one ever gets bored when I am around. You might even call me a cat clown. I preform so much when my human has company that she sometimes threatens to put me in time out. A couple of times she did it too, and I was stuck in a room by myself for what felt like forever.
I often think about my situation. One thing I could do is to ignore the mirrors and spend more time thinking about how lucky I am. I have a home, good food, a cat tree to hang from, cupboards to open, red dots to chase, and a few phony mice to throw around. I also know my human loves me because she told me so, and she even shares her pillow with me. Maybe I better use my lives this time around to build up some good karma, and then maybe I will come back as a Bengal or a rag doll next time, or not. Rosey
DECEMBER 22, 2022
Ask for What You Want
Now that I have lived with the same human for a year, I realize I have to ask for what I want. Being a polite, meek cat in the corner does not get me what I need for a good life.
Here is how this works. I don’t speak the same language as my human, but that doesn’t mean I can’t communicate. For example, when I want dinner, I stare at her and lick my chops. If that doesn’t work, I play with the string of lights on the Christmas tree or pull her hair. She gets it. Then she asks me, “Is Rosey hungry?” I meow and that’s it. Message complete.
If you want someone or something to fill your needs, you have to communicate - talk, meow, give them looks, paw the floor, whatever. It’s like the day the hail stones were beating on the skylights. It scared me so bad I thought someone was trying to shoot me. When I cried for help, my human came to my rescue and showed me it was just hail. Lucky for me, she was at home. Otherwise, I would have hidden in my secret spot until she got back. Then I would have given her a tongue lashing for leaving me alone. I know, that is not the best way to communicate.
We all need help sometimes in our lives, like when we are scared, hurt, lonely, or have something bothering us. When this happens, let your humans or cats know, even your dogs though I am not crazy about dogs. I don’t know why any human would want a dog, but I suppose they are better than nothing. Anyway, if the humans have too much stuff running around in their heads and don’t understand how important what you want is, give them a little slack. Maybe, ask again later.
If, heaven forbid, you don’t get what you ask for, give it some thought. Did I communicate clearly? Growling is not recommended unless you are in danger. Is this the best thing for me? Dogs don’t understand this one at all, they want everything. Is the timing wrong? Breakfast at 2:00 AM is not a good idea. Do I believe I am worthy of it (applies to humans only, cats know they’re worthy)? Get the idea? Just keep asking!
I heard about this guy called Santa on the talking screen. Little humans were asking for all kinds of things. Next time I see him, I am going to ask for opposing thumbs. I think I could open drawers if I had them. I might even be able to hold onto one of those pencil I swiped off the desk and write my own articles.
So, be clear about what you want and ask for it. Don’t be greedy, and always let the humans and pets know you appreciate it when they listen and give you what you want.
It works, believe me. Rosey