Getting our cat fix
Posted by G.A. Matiasz on November 29, 2013
My wife and I are cat people. When we met, my wife had two cats—a laid back Maine Coon named Tofu plus a more skittish orange tabby named Daisy—while I had one cat—a part Siamese named Archy. I blogged about Archy‘s death many years ago. By then, Tofu had died of cancer. Daisy carried on, suffering from kidney failure until she just stopped eating at 21 years of age.
Now, we’re catless. My wife’s asthma has improved dramatically, and I don’t miss being the household vet, taking care of, pilling, injecting, and rehydrating my feline wards. Still, I miss having a cat to play with, to scratch behind its ears, to keep it napping on my lap. We do have this occasional visitor to our backyard. Her name is Margot (or Margaux, if we indulge our French fantasies), and she belongs to a neighbor. Margot is an indoor/outdoor cat who was feral at one time. She does allow us to pet her, pick her up, and even climb onto our laps, just as long as we’re not too constraining. So, we get the best of both worlds, a cat to laze about on our backyard decks enjoying the sun without having to own her.