Over the last two years my friend here has made a couple of appearances on my blog yet I've never really discussed what it is like to live with a cat. I should imagine living with a friendly, affectionate cat is pretty darn good however my cat is no ordinary cat, he's rather anti-social to say the least yet he has an incredibly gorgeous face to make up for it.
Oliver or more often known as 'Ollie' or 'Little One' has just turned 14 so he's getting on a bit now, in cat years this makes him 73 according to an online calculator; he's a fragile old boy. I've had Oliver ever since I was 11 years old and still to this day remember going to fetch him with my mum. He was a tiny bundle of fluff with baby blue eyes, a white nose, soft grey fur and his white paws which still to this day look like he is wearing socks.
Being young myself when we had Oliver I think it was only natural to want to play with him and cuddle him at any given opportunity however me and my family swiftly learnt that that he just wasn't going to be that type of family pet. Don't get me wrong he certainly has his affectionate side however for the first nine years or so these were few and far between. It has only been the last five years I would say where he has finally mellowed and will come and sleep on your lap for an hour or two or will let you fuss him on the lawn in the sunshine; he knows and has always known where his bread is buttered.
Living with quite an anti-social cat has been all I've ever known, he's the type of cat that comes in and eats his dinner and hops back outside to lick his paws for a good ten minutes. Oliver is most certainly an outdoor cat, in fact he absolutely adores being outdoors and loves nothing more than lying down and having a snooze or two under his favourite spot in the garden. Being a boy he's naturally very territorial and despite being neutered when he was younger he has always remained very protective of his territory, aka our garden. Of course with him being so protective of his patch this does not come without injury as he has got into so many tussles with neighbourhood cats over time that I have now lost count. From minor cuts which I've treated myself to more damaging injuries such as a broken tooth or general illnesses such as cystitis which he suffered from a few years ago (he was so poorly), it certainly goes without saying that cat insurance is vital; those vet bills can and do mount up rather quickly.
I realise that I've made him out to be a bit of a brute which in truth he has been in the past however he has changed so much over time and now has become quite a friendly boy when he wants to be. He's wary of strangers and always will be I think which isn't necessarily a bad thing yet he knows where home is and where his family are. His latest habit is jumping onto my lap whilst I'm trying to write blog posts at my pc, and proceeding to nudge my hands out the way of the keyboard. This to me is not even remotely annoying as I just adore this softer side to him which was vacant for so many years. He means so much to me he really does whereby I guess if you don't have pets yourself you may struggle to understand those types of feelings however if you do then I'm sure you can relate.
Having a cat in my life has been fantastic despite his awkward nature and I wouldn't change him for the world. Meeting other people's cats over time leaves me at the conclusion that Oliver is quite unique in his attitude however I'm sure there are more out there like him somewhere.
What is living with your cat like? By the way Oliver's neck doesn't always look like that, he recently had to go under to have some teeth removed so they vets had to shave some fur from his neck and front paw.