#oneaday Day 825: Furry friends

I love having cats. I absolutely loved having a cat growing up, and having two cats now is one of the best things about the life we live at the moment. And having been stuck indoors for so long, we've been able to spend a lot of time with them both, which it's very obvious they appreciate.

It does make me worry a bit that they won't like it if and when Andie and I have to go back to work, though with the way things are that is a long way off — and all being well in my case, I'll be able to do my work from home the vast majority of the time. For now, we can just enjoy their company.

I love how all of our cats have showed their own personality over time. Our dearly departed Ruby, who is still sadly missed, was very friendly and a little clingy at times; we think she might have had something wrong with her eyesight, so she often liked to have some "support" any time she was getting down from something. On one memorable morning, she somehow found herself stuck on the roof of our extension with no idea how to get down, so we (well, I'll be honest, Andie) had to get up the ladder and help her down, all before either of us had got ready for work.

Meg, meanwhile, is rapidly turning into Garfield. She's lazy, she enjoys food out of the fridge — she knows the sound of the fridge door opening and comes asking for food without fail — and this evening we caught her eating a bit of pasta that had fallen on the floor. I strongly suspect if we put a lasagne in front of her she'd devour it.

At the same time, though, she is an incredibly caring, kind cat. Any time either of us are feeling low, she will come and sit with us and keep us company. Earlier this evening, she led me into the bedroom so that we could spend some time just chilling and hanging out on the bed. And we'll often wake up in the night to find that she has snuck in to cuddle up against one of us.

As for Patti… well, Patti is a law unto herself. Since she was apparently "abandoned" before she was taken in by the shelter we got her from, we suspect that she never really learned how to "cat" properly, and as such has developed her own way of doing a lot of things. She's a very vocal cat who enjoys talking to us, she is fond of tapping us in the face in the mornings — she knows what my alarm sounds like and comes to wake me up if I don't respond to it — and she will do absolutely anything for treats.

I love them dearly, and I hope we enjoy many more years of happiness with them. I know that one day we'll have to say goodbye to them just as we had to say goodbye to Ruby — well before her time — and that sometimes makes me a bit sad, but that shouldn't mean I can't make the most of their company now and love them for all they're worth. Because they both love us a great deal; we can feel it. And it's the absolute best feeling.