We were dog people and despite I enjoying cats I knew the chances of us getting a cat were slim to none. Mom who had recently moved in to my house after Dad passed away claimed she hated them. Then the call came from my cousin who is a traveling salesman, he needed a place to stay for a week and he was arriving with a cat who would arrive 2 weeks before him. I wanted nothing to do with this situation and I was very concerned about a cat arriving that didn't know us. He told us just place her in a cage outside (in the Florida heat, middle of summer!) and I instantly began feeling bad for this cat we had never met. The night she arrived she was vomiting from car-sickness and shaking, very afraid and nervous. We let her loose in the house and let her wander. For 30 minutes she inspected all the rooms and when she finished she flopped down on her back and welcomed rubs. The next night she began vomiting blood and chunks of a plant so I took her emergency to the vet. $300 and a speech from the vet later she came home with me. Almost seamlessly she began bonding with everyone in the house and when my cousin arrived he realized that Misha had no intention on going back to a life of travel, she loved the routine, the quietness and all the windows our large house has. A year later Misha is the Queen of the house, very popular on Instagram and gets her photo taken at least 10 times a day by Mom. She has 3 perches, 4 scratching poles, 2 beds, and 7 boxes to keep her satisfied.
We are cat people.
Orlando, FL
