World Cat Day

Hi, it's the mama here.  Athena and Kit have graciously agreed to let me take over the blog for World Cat Day.  I am happy to have the chance to talk about the difference they have made in my life!

I grew up with cats.  In fact, the first word I ever spoke was cat.  I adore cats and couldn't wait to get my own.  I adopted one of my parents' cats, Evinrude, and then got two kittens, Kit and Boo.  When I moved to a new apartment, I could only have two pets, so I reluctantly let Evinrude go back to my parents' house.  Frankly I think she was happier there, away from the kittens.  Boo passed away from hypertrophic cardiomyopathy one month before her second birthday.  Devastated doesn't begin to describe how I felt.  I still cry thinking about it, and it was seven years ago.  A few months later, I adopted Athena, and she brought light back into my life again.  Right from the start, she and Kit got along -- most of the time!  They are a good match.

For years, I struggled with an addiction that nearly killed me.  In fact, there were times when I wanted to die.  It is not an exaggeration to say that the only thing that kept me going was my cats.  On days when I felt like I couldn't get out of bed, I knew I had to get up to feed them.  When I cried, they comforted me.  When I wanted to die, I stayed alive to take care of them.  Now that I am healthy and am living a positive life, my cats help me through my day to day problems and also the big things, like when my dad died two months ago.  I honestly don't know what I would do without them.  I am so grateful for them!  I think every day should be World Cat Day!