He picked us and that is the story and I am sticking to it. About three and a half years ago, we went to the local shelter to find a cat to adopt.
We were at the pound and this medium sized black kitten meowed and cried and climbed right up my arm and sat on my shoulder, pushing his nose and face into my neck, as if he were trying to get closer than was humanly or feline-ally possible. He was such a love, we decided it was meant to be. He chose us. Maybe our late Tiger wanted this cat with us. To watch over us. When you have kids, the impossibility of pre- child rearing beliefs become a possibility and magic can consume the tender hearted for a fleeting moment here and there. Moms, don't lie!
ready to pounce the camera
Okay, so we took Motor home and he was instantly a handful.
We had a screen enclosed pool area. He climbed it from the outside and proceeded to whine and cry until we could extract him and his fierce claws from his death grip from our second story bedroom window screen.
When he wants something, he whines and cries big ugly cries. Not a nudge or a wink. A wail.
He runs in front of me when I start walking, as if he is trying to race me and guess where I'm going. Half the time, I trip over him. Yeah. Funny. There is a lot of tripping and mumbling under ones breath over here with dear Moti.
He wails to go out. 5 minutes go by. He wails to come in. (sigh) This isn't something one can ignore, either. He doesn't have a stopping point. He'll just continue until pigs fly.
But there is the other side of the cat. Motor rocks and we all love him.
He loves us like no other. When one of us is feeling blue or sick, or is in pain, he'll come from nowhere and lie right on top of the pained one. Directly on top of the belly or chest and won't leave until you get up or start feeling better.
His fur is like silk.
He purrs and meows a soft, broken crackling sound as if he has learned the barking skill from Sippowitz, but on a gentler side. Sippowitz barks when he is hungry, Motor crackles when he is content and on someone who is touching him.
He sleeps at my feet every single night.
He sleeps on his back, fully outstretched (a total of two feet long, legs wide open and snores. Loudly.
He likes to drink the water at the bottom of the shower when I'm done instead of using the fresh water in his bowl. Must be a ritualistic black magic thing.
He is good luck, despite what the books all say about a black cat crossing your path.
So there you have it.
Cat #1: Sippowitz (aka Kitty or Fatty) Adopted him in 1993
Cat #2: Motor (aka Moti or Triangle Head) Adopted in 2004
Cat #3: Dot (aka Fot or Girlie) Adopted 2006
My three cats. I don't think one is considered a "cat lady" until many more are acquired, so I am good.