Some people are dog people and some are cat people. Some people are warm and fuzzy and they like to nuzzle, while others are a bit more distant and somewhat less affectionate. Still, the dog people love their dogs passionately, and cat people love their cats passionately.
Here I wonder why from having dogs all my life, I have a cat! Don’t misunderstand I love Rhea she is my companion and listener to my ravings when I loose my mind.
I inherited Rhea through a nurse who was taking care of me, when I was sick. She had just returned to work at the hospital where I was staying for awhile. One day I was being retrofitted for an iv-drip ( I always had problems with those thingys!) and the two nurses adjusting it and pinching and pricking were having a conversation regardless of me there. The discourse was about this female cat of about 6 years who keeps on sneeking into the nurse’s newborn crib at night. She was so afraid she was going to choke him she dumped the cat into the basement. Her guilt was evident, tears were brimming into her eyes as she was saying this. My regular nurse turns around and looks at me. “Why don’t you take her? She will be great company during your recovery!” She did not know what she was asking! I had to readjust my whole life for this cat! What about if she did not like me and destroyed my apartment?
I told her I will think about it. Two days later, the new nurse comes in and starts checking for vitals, I made the stupid mistake of asking what was happening with her cat. There goes the guilt look and and the pouring of words out of that lovely woman’s mouth about what can she do about her cat.
I thought of it and I knew I could not have a dog. A cat would be a substitute and I did not have to walk it. Made up my mind. On the day of my discharge she brought the cat over with me and all accessories and food. She left with the assurance that if it din’t work out she was willing to take her back.
After 3 weeks out of my apartment and a new cat it was quite a challange and just what I needed to heal emotionally and physically. I did not see the cat for 3 days! Oh, she would come out eat and do her business in the litter box but she would not come near me.
On the 4th day I was a little down emotionally I had returned from the doctor’s office with a follow up and I was not really happy with my outcome I rolled up on my sofa with my favorite blanket and just napped. I woke up feeling a pressure on my chest as I opened my eyes there were two pairs of hazel eyes looking at me. My first instinct was to jump up, but then I remembered she is part if my household now. I kept looking and she kept staring, I did what any crazy person usually does I started talking to her about my feelings, my condition, my pain and anything. After awhile I got up and went to make myself something to eat and she followed me. I could not get rid of her, she just was all over. The best was when I sat again on the sofa she very gently snuck next to me and kept pushing and snuggled her whole body and started to purr. I think she just decided to make me her pet!
Her name was impossible to roll around, I decided to call her Rhea because it’s a moon of Saturn. I have a friend who is an artist and he positively loves anything about Saturn! He loves cats too, he takes them on fishing trips and ect.
Rhea was six when she came to me, seven years later she’s the love of my life, she talks, croones and takes care of me. There is no one else!