One cat apartment is more a statement about who rules the dwelling as opposed to how many cats can abide there.
Be prepared for a complete makeover of your life, possessions and habits when you decide to become a one cat apartment dweller.
I am permitted to reside here of course because I provide the means, the food and creature comforts. I am rewarded for this with the cats rendition of love.
My black spotted cat dutifully wakes me at 4:30 a.m. no matter what my condition (that is irrelevant, everyday is a new day!) and makes sure he is my top, and only priority for the day (he will allow me my amusements when he chooses to nap). Hmm, now that I think of it, it is a lot like being married.
He delights me with all his antics, quirks and character. As my world of valued possessions is increasingly reduced to being tucked into drawers or at ceiling level, I am mesmerized by his boundless energy, enthusiasm and curiosity, or by his plain old bad mischievous behaviour.
He is certainly good for me, though I am frustrated by his persistence to do wrong (chew expensive art supplies, dig up plants, repeatedly relocating things on shelves to things on floors). People comment I am a much nicer person in the possession of a cat. In fact, many pushed me to get one after suffering me a year catless. My Mother used to plead with me to go to the gym for the same reason. Everyone benefited afterwards.
I must admit I had never heard the expression One Cat Apartment until I got my new cat. My lease limits how many people can live with me but not pets, or what kind. It doesn’t need to. No matter what the size of my living space, one cat is enough.
Even now while writing this, little four foot is into forbidden places, knocking over stuff and squeezing into areas I could never reach into. Creating havoc because I dare to ignore him. He never tires of this, he delights in it. It keeps me very humble and reminds me of what really matters in life. Things are replaceable. Sam (my cat) is not.
As Christmas comes and my house is devoid of decorations, for the same reason as when I hang my clothes on the rack to dry, within moments all is on the floor, I am forced to be content to have all that glitter within me, and shine from the inside out. Little cat is only 6 months old. Presently, everything is one big Christmas gift to Sam, to be unraveled, dispersed, played with and ultimately destroyed. The years will pass, cat will settle down and my concealed dormant Christmas tree will once again be released and brighten my room. I am not overly bothered by this. I am an enthusiastic little kid putting decorations up, and then procrastinating until July to put them away.
When he jumps up into my lap unexpectedly, looks up at me with bright golden eyes and purrs warmth and love into my heart, I know I have a forever blessing cradled in my arms. This is the true meaning of every day of my life, not just Christmas; peace, love and joy.
I should wish for everyone to have a One Cat Apartment.
