Some of us are dog lovers, and some of us are cat lovers. I like dogs, but I’d rather live with cats. Since adulthood I’ve had several cats: Louisa, Mathias, Tomas, Miranda and currently Isabella, Oliver and Stella. Isabella is a sort of a dusty yellow with gold eyes. She’s very independent–doesn’t like to be picked up or held. Olivier is a black and white tuxedo cat whose muddy paw prints I find everywhere. Stella is slim, brindled/gray girl and very friendly. She and Oliver are good friends.
There are advantages and disadvantages to owning a cat. They are wonderful hunters. I think it was the Egyptians who valued cats for protecting their grain from mice and rats. I’ve read that the well fed cat is the best hunter. He (she)’s able to be more patient. Cats discourage snakes. The cat finds a snake highly entertaining much to the snake’s displeasure.
My cats are able to come and go as they please through a cat door. It’s very convenient for me and for them; however, over the years I’ve had lots of unwanted critters in my house–live prey brought in by the brave hunters: two snakes, birds, a bat, several moles, a rat (dead), a couple of crawdads, numerous frogs, toads and lizards. Yesterday I returned home to find Stella batting at something under the grandfather clock in the dining room. It turned out to be a half grown squirrel! I don’t know how the live squirrel got in the house. She may have chased it in the cat door! I had gardening gloves and a pillow case ready, but fortunately my neighbor arrived, donned heavy gloves, reached under the clock, grabbed the squirrel and deposited him in a small cage. The squirrel was unharmed in spite of his ordeal–and mine.