I really want a cat.
My most memorable encounter with a cat was in Taiwan, when I visited relatives. My aunt had a three-color (meaning lucky) cat which was the meanest cat ever. She hated human beings, regarding them as lowly, hulking beasts of burden unworthy of any notice except when it was time for them to serve the Master of the house with kitty kibble.
Even the kitty kibble was often deemed unworthy. Only the finest chicken, which she nibbled delicately on the floor, was merely adequate for her desires.
In any case, she would scratch people who picked her up, and typical of some cats, only deigned to sit in the laps of those people she favored.
I wasn’t one of those people.
Maybe it was because I liked to tease her. I did spend much of the vacation chasing the cat around the house and pulling her tail and doing whatever it is that small children like to do to mean cats to see their reactions and make them less indifferent.
Except that I was 14 and in high school.
I once had a dream that I was moving out of my dorm and I found a grey kitten in a trash can. I took it home and took care of it and loved it and fed it and called it Fuzzy.
Who knows? Maybe someday I’ll get a kitty of my own. Most likely, with my luck, I’ll end up marrying a dog person who hates cats or something.
Random cat pictures collected from Flickr, Creative Commons license, and used with permission.