I’ve mentioned our cats quite a few times here, they have been visible in my photos and the blog is even named after one of them. So I thought it’s high time to introduce them to you. At the side of my blog, above my blog archive there are three photos of my cats and by clicking the photos you get to read more information about each one of them. They are all just regular domestic short-hairs, nothing fancy but I adore them over-the-top anyway.
I have always loved animals and wanted a pet for as long as I can remember. Long story short: I never had a pet as a child. My grandmother had cats and every time one of them had kittens I begged my parents to let me have one. I was never allowed. My dad hates cats. He used to say: “You can have as many cats you want when you live on your own, but there won’t be any cats in this house.”
I tried to change tactics and ask for a dog instead because I know my dad likes dogs but that didn’t work either. When I first moved away from home to study I lived in a student dorm where pets were not allowed. Then I moved to an apartment with a roommate and he was ok with me having a cat. A few months later my grandmother called and told me she has kittens. I told her that this time I willtake one of them.
Two months later my grandmother died. It was kind of out of the blue, unexpected. I thought I must take one of the kittens now as that would be the last time ever I could take one of my grandmother’s kittens, like I had wanted as long as I can remember. That’s how Otto came to my life. (At this point my parents had taken a dog. Something I was childishly bitter about for a long time: they took the dog a couple of months after I left home to study.)
Milla came a few years later because we felt Otto needed a friend: he was starting to get fat and lazy, and he was really codependent. And Luna, well, I wanted a dog, a French bulldog to be precise, and my husband had already consented to it. Then we just happened to go to the Cat House animal shelter here in Vasa, and met with their one hundred homeless cats. We started to feel it was unfair to buy a purebred dog whose birth was planned and calculated when there were so many perfectly fine animals without loving homes.
I still don’t know if we picked Luna or if she picked us; I like to think it was some kind of divine intervention, a symphony of the souls that brought us together. Never have I regretted giving her a home, but I do find myself wondering why someone has abandoned her because she is so wonderful. Their loss - our luck.
Three cats are enough though. We won’t be taking any more pets unless we move in some kind of a huge farm house…