“Happy is the home with at least one cat” – Italian Proverb
I have one cat, Gracie. She will soon be 17 years old. I just got her in September. Although she had a cat companion for most of her life up until a year before I adopted her, I think it’s best for her to be the only cat.
As I’ve talked about in a few earlier posts, I volunteer at a cat shelter. There are such sweet cats there. Every week I see at least one that I want to take home. In fact, I started volunteering there shortly before Gracie came into my home and I assumed that I would adopt 2 or maybe 3 cats from there.
But before I’d started looking seriously for new cats, Gracie came unexpectedly. Since all of prior my cats have come that way, I took it as a sign that we are meant to be together. She is a senior cat, and I think she likes being the only one here. No other cat to wake her up or compete for the sunny spots. She gets to be the only one to give me orders, too, she must like that.
She is a tortoiseshell cat. Torties, as they are sometimes called, are known to like being the queen of the household (Torties are almost always female – 1 in 3000 of them are male), and Gracie is no exception.
So, Gracie will be my only cat. I don’t mind having only one cat. As long as I have at least one, I am happy. I’ve had between 1 and 5 cats at a time. Five was a lot, but wasn’t too many. The house I lived in at the time had lots of sunshine and plenty of good cat napping spots. No two of them got along, that was the interesting thing, especially since three of them were a mother and her two daughters. Five little old lady cats, I used to call the bunch, they were all in their teens. Someone once told me that three was the ideal number of cats to have.
How many cats do you have? How many would you like to have?