For some reason, most people don’t feel neutral about cats. They’re either a cat fanatic or a cat hater. I definitely fall into the first category — as soon as I moved out of my dorm, I adopted Sookie.
Sookie’s a special cat. Her previous owners weren’t the best. They left her de-clawed and a bit damaged after a year with large dogs and small children. She can’t stand other animals or, really, most people.
I thought that with a loving home and some isolation from other animals her temperament might improve.
It’s not the first time I was wrong about cats.
I didn’t see Sookie for two weeks after I brought her home. I knew she was in the apartment, but I had no idea where. I assumed she was coming out to eat and use the litter box while I was at work — either that or I had some other animal lurking around.
I eventually found her hiding place on the top shelf of my closet. After that, she became a bit more social. By “more social,” I mean that she left the closet so she could pee on everything I love. Over the course of a month, she peed on the middle of my mattress, my clean laundry (regularly), my book bag, my couch (every part of it), my computer chair and literally anything she could find that was somewhat soft.
I started leaving her in the bathroom with her food, water, and litter box when I wasn’t home, but I made the mistake of leaving a hand towel on the counter, so she peed on that, too. I didn’t know if it was behavioral or something more serious, so I finally saved the money and took her to the vet.
After a few hundred dollars, I found out that Sookie had kidney stones. Her small cat brain thought, “Man, peeing in this litter box hurts. I should pee on soft things.”
She received an injection, and I started her on a new (expensive) low-sodium diet. Don’t worry though — she’s still a nightmare. What Sookie enjoys: pushing things off tables, meowing me awake in the wee hours of the morning, breaking my blinds.
Why do I put up with her? She likes to sleep in the middle of my back, and she’s the cutest cat in the whole world. (I definitely don’t think that just because she’s my cat …)
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