How I met my first cat and became a cat mom

I wasn’t always a cat person. All through my childhood years my pets were chicken. I had always wanted a dog, but due to various reasons my wish hadn’t been granted until I was 11.
I was growing up in a semi-rural area in a time when animals were not thought to be kept indoors primarily. A dog was believed to be outside on a chain as a houseguard, but my family didn’t want to torture any animal like that. On the other hand, they were not too keen on letting a dog in the house either. As a supplement for not getting a dog I got several different pets subsequently: a turtle, two rabbits, japanese quails and more. We also had chicken as farm animals and I grew very fond of them. I named them, hang out with them, talked to them, petted them. They were my best friends. I was a bit of a loner back then already.
My chicken were an important part of my life for many reasons and I’m starting to realize I should dedicate an entire post to them in the near future. For now, lets focus on my path to becoming a cat mom. Which I wasn’t aware of at the time.
When I was 11 my family finally gave in and got me a dog. Her name was Juna and she was a mix of a miniature pinscher and some unknown breed. I loved that girl to pieces. She was born on May 5th 1990 and came to live with us a few weeks later. She was an indoor dog. She was the sweetest puppy ever. Everyone in my family loved her. She was with us for 12 wonderful years until a horrible disease took her. We were crushed. I decided I’d never have another pet again because I didn’t want to suffer such heartbreak ever again. Around that time things started to fall apart. A few months later my uncle got sick and died the same year. Our lives were shattered.
Still we tried getting our lives back on track. Sometimes successfully, other times not.
When my son was 2 years old his affection for cats started showing from nowhere. His favorite plush animals were cats. He kept saying that he would like to have a kitten some day. We live in near proximity of a busy road and knowing how cats cannot be restrained with a fence we couldn’t imagine a cat living a long and happy life here. None of the cats that lived in our neighbourhood lived really long. We thought he’ll eventually forget about cats and maybe in a few years time we’d get him a dog. But then something else happened.
One summer evening my husband went to play football with his buddies. He was about to return any moment and I knew my kids had lest their bikes in the driveway. I went outside to put them away so that my husband will be able to park the car in his usual place. As I came outside he had just pulled up to the house. He stepped out of the car and I thought he was mad because the bikes lying all over the place. But that was not the case.
“Quick! Bring a box!” he shouted.
“A box?” I asked confused:
“Yes, a damn box. I have a cat in the back!”
I was in disbelief. I ran inside to get a box and he opened the trunk of the car. There was a tiny black kitten.
My huband explained what had happened. He was leaving the football court with some friends when he noticed a kitten following him. He picked her up and carried her to a nearby house, but to no avail. She returned and was chasing him. The friends made a joke, that he has to take the kitten or else god will punish him. My husband is not a religious man, however, he is also a cautious and with not being certain about the existance or non-existance of deity he wasn’t willing to take any risks. He is also a covert animal lover: he likes to presents himself as a tough meat-eating guy, but in reality he is a gentle soul who rescues injured animals if need be. Needles to say he followed his friends’ advice and took the cat with him.
I couldn’t imagine having a cat. It will get run over just like all those other cats that lived in the area in the past. I didn’t have a clue about cats and how to take care of them. I planned to take her to the vet the next morning and then I would put an add or something to find her a competent home.
However, my little son set the matter straight. He saw the kitten and his little face just lit up.
“This is going to be my kitten!” he said all excited. His dreams have come true. That was the point of no return. The cat was going to stay.
The next day we took her to the vet. It was confirmed that she is a girl and she was about 6 weeks old. She had a bad cold but was healthy otherwise. We got some instructions on how to take care of here, we bought some basic accesories and we were all set. We embarked on a memorable journey of becoming cat people.

My first cat

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