This installment of our Heart Dogs series, is about cats!
Kat and I met about five years ago when she first volunteered with NYCSR. She’s one of Snick’s favorite people and one of the few I have trusted to care for him. Her two cats, Molly and Digger, are her heart cats.
We met all the kittens and chose the two that looked alike. They had upper respiratory infections and Molly had an infection on her left front leg which went to the bone. She has had a limp her whole life from the bone deposit that formed. They were skinny little cats and very very shy. We ended up naming them Molly and Digger after The Molly Maguires and Diggers (both secret societies) because of the fact that they would hide during the day under a bed and come out at night and eat. It took a little over 2 weeks for them to come out and play during the day but they were always very wary of loud noises or strangers and would high tail it under the bed. This was nearly 14 years ago.
Over the years the two have become very attached to me and my family. They are almost dog like in how much they demand attention, make eye contact, and follow from room to room. However, at their core they are still shy of strangers but rather than hiding under a bed or in another room, they sit in a far corner and watch… as if studying the newcomer, deciding if they are worth a ‘sniff,’ and debating if they want a pet from that person. Their morning routine for as long as I can remember has been to jump on the bed as soon as the alarm goes off, meow, walk and paw at my face, and demand to be fed. Their nightly routine is to sit with me, give me kitty hugs, and doze off as I either watch tv, work on the computer, or read. In the time I have had them, I wanted them to be used to lots of handling so they are ok with teeth brushing, tail grabbing, ear cleaning, poking and prodding, and baths. This has helped make them be good patients at the vet. Molly and Digger have moved with me to several apartments and in 2010 they flew on a plane for the first time in their lives and are now cats of Portland, OR, from NYC. Home is where my cats are. They are my cats, not the family cats that I grew up with, but mine. They have been with me for almost 14 years and have been around through so many life changes of mine. I can’t imagine not having them in my life but also know that one day I won’t. However, even though each pet I’ve had was special, there is something about these two that hold a place in my life that is above and beyond.