So, I definitely cannot have a blog without a section devoted to Mr. Bates. Informally, and most often, he is known as Bates.
He is five-ish years old now and is the cutest feline on the planet. I rescued him a little over a year ago after having lost my cat, Harry, who had been the family cat for almost 10 years.
I brought Harry to live with me when I moved to Florida and I completely fell in love with him and his company. I never really thought of myself as a cat person or even a pet person. I just grew up in a family that had pets - but I never thought I would have one of just my own.
Harry completely changed all that!
I was absolutely devastated when I lost him after a very sad and depressing illness.
But Harry taught me that I love having a pet and he definitely led me to my first adoption/rescue.
I remember the day I adopted Bates. I was at the Pet Alliance in Orlando, determined to adopt a little black kitten I had seen on the internet. I even had a name in mind! I was very excited. When I got to the shelter, I learned that she was very temperamental and not happy around people. I tried to get her attention but she was having none of it. I was feeling a little disheartened when one of the shelter attendant says to me... " I think this little guy over here is trying to get your attention." I turned and saw this not so "little" cat pawing out at me and rubbing up against the cage bars. So I walk over to him and he keeps pawing at me - demanding my attention. As this is happening, the theme song from "Somewhere In Time" starts to play over the intercom! Ok, back-info - that was my mom's movie and her song - nothing could have reminded me more of her in that moment. So thats how I knew my mom was with me spiritually and was all for me adopting this cat. So of course, I had to listen to that not so subtle sign. Thanks Mom!
I went into a room with Bates, then known as Cinnamon (yea... I know!) and he was the sweetest thing! I just remember looking at him and thinking, "This is a big cat... Is he too big?" As I sat in the plastic chair in the tiny room, Bates was exploring, purring, rubbing against my leg, and jumping up on the window ledge behind me. That is when I turned to the curious cat, now at eye level, and asked "Are you my cat?" and he butted his head against my face and I knew for certain that he was coming home with me. The shelter attendant walked in shortly after and all I said was, "I'll take him!"
I have never looked back. He is one of the best decisions I've ever made. He is a sweet companion, the friendliest cat
in the world, sheds everywhere, licks loudly, has huge claws, likes to snuggle, loves to eat, loves being pet, and can say
Yes, that last statement is very true.