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Life in the cat lane
After Only 7 Years, My Cat Climbed into My Lap
Why do seemingly insignificant things remind us life is good?
“I meant,” said Ipslore bitterly, “what is there in this world that truly makes living worthwhile?”
Death thought about it.
CATS, he said eventually. CATS ARE NICE.”
― Terry Pratchett, Sourcery
A Traumatized Kitten
My cat, Dark, was traumatized as a kitten. Dark results from three generations of cat breeding. His grandparents were specially bred to mate and have his father. Then his father was especially born to have this litter of kittens that would sell for between $5,000 to $8000 apiece based on their markings. Yes, they are that expensive. I would never consider buying such an expensive pet who might run away if I hesitated while closing the front door.
Dark is a Ragdoll. They are born bright white kittens and turn into whatever they will be. Dark came out of the womb, very dark, almost Black. These special kittens were to be a particular type of Sable Ragdolls, dark brown with both light and dark ombre points and boots. They are lovely and unusual cats. Dark stayed very dark as the white kittens began turning into brown kittens.
Dark was never supposed to be my cat. I fell in love with a tall-legged Munchkin at the cattery. The kitten reminded me of my beloved but deceased Big Boy, and I contacted the cattery to purchase him.
My spouse insisted we get two cats since we both worked. He did not want to leave a single kitten alone all day. When I enquired about another kitten, they told me the story of Dark and offered him up for a discount. He was not turning into the valuable kitten they thought he should be. We took him.
Our Sorting Hat Was In the Closet
Things did not work out for me. The kitten I wanted to love loved my husband at first sight. Good thing we bought two cats; otherwise, I would have been catless. Dark and I were the leftovers.
To make it worse, Dark was treated like a stepchild no one wanted. He deferred to Tall, who was much smaller. Dark’s behavior, especially regarding food and water, leads us to believe they fed Dark by himself. The breeders were afraid Dark…
