When I had brought Spice home for the first time I didn’t really understand what I had chosen to do. I mean it was a tiny life that I had brought home and she was so adorable as a kitten. Her ears were so adorable and her eyes seemed bigger than they should be. Yet I loved her from the moment I got to hold her. She was so small and yet so feisty. She played hard core and jumped all the other kittens from behind dustpans and brooms. She wanted to fall asleep on your shoulder and slide off since she didn’t know she had to use her pins. She cuddled purred like a cat on catnip. She did it all and I honestly and to really convince the owners to let her go. They loved her just as much as I did but they choose me since it seemed the kitten had chosen me. Time and time again she would come to me and sleep on my lap. It was fate and they couldn’t ruin the chance for a cat to have an owner that fits the kitten so well.
After a few months I realized what having a cat meant. They don’t listen. They don’t always cuddle. You have to know how to change litter and when. You also want to take caution with falling for the cute face because that almost got me into several car wrecks on the way up to my grandmother’s house. I really didn’t know what to do with all this sudden awareness and when we got back to Florida well...it became destiny.
Every day she would come up and head butt me just to get my attention and I honestly remember being so baffled by how much she followed me. She always wanted to be near me or on my lap and it stuck to her. She now stays around me at all times and when I leave the house I can hear her meowing for my return which makes me sad but I do have to go out and do work to make money. Adulting does that.
The real moment though when I found out what kind of life I was getting into with owning a cat was when we bought her, her very own ball of string. It was colorful and the string was very long. It raped around the ball several times and after a while would get tangled up. Every once in a while you found the ball, undid the string and restrung it for her to play with. Well as time went on it started to fall apart. It became a mess and the ball was getting to be quite disgusting. One night I restrung the ball and put it away. I went to my room, sat down in my chair and was on the computer when I heard Spice come into the room. She was walking around mostly in circles and then stopped and made a noise. At first I ignored it, thinking it was normal and it would be all good. Maybe it was a hairball. So I continue on and suddenly she stops. I shrug and continue my work. A minute later I hear her hacking up a storm. She had walked right up to the line that separates my door and hallway and my room. Right there she threw up a colorful piece of throw up. Immediately I began to panic. Its not coming out of her mouth. I take her to the bathroom and I’m trying to get her to throw up the rest, something anything.
For a moment the panic set in and without thinking I managed a tiny pulling and she finally puked up the rest of the string. It ended up being over 30 inches of string. I swear the cat just ate it thinking it was tasty. I learned from that day to never have string in the house for her because I could have lost her. It was so terrifying to have that happen so please...don’t buy string for cats. It’s so dangerous. That day I knew what it was like to really have a cat in my life. The adventure and laughs never end with Spice, thats for sure.
