I still remember the day I first met Paisley. he appeared so small as she curled onto my lap. Fast forward to today: she is energetic, mischievous, constantly exploring and playing with anything in the house. I can’t tell if she grew or her personality blossomed. Regardless, I am grateful to have her in my life. After spending time with her, I have learned more about what cats are like.
Cats have different personalities.
Before I got a cat, I only heard stories about them from my friends. They told me how one of their cats would scratch people if they got close while the other one was a complete angel. Paisley is no expectation. One minute she jumps onto my bed and demands that I pet her and the next second she leaps off my covers in search for something to scratch.
They are curious about food.
It has become a routine for Paisley to watch me eat. Sometimes she takes matters into her own paws and hops onto a chair across from me so she can easily climb onto the dinner table. I feel bad when I have to tell her “no,” because she gives me a sad look.
They’re like family.
I am always excited to get home and pet Paisley, but more than that I want to give her attention and make sure she feels loved. I can feel my heart drop when I don’t know where she is since she likes to hide underneath the bed or behind book shelves. I definitely have to keep a close eye on her. One day, I glanced over to see her eating a piece of egg laying on the kitchen floor. I panicked and quickly took it away so she wouldn’t get sick from it.
They never listen.
I have to pick up Paisley multiple times and set her somewhere else so she doesn’t destroy something that I need. For instance, when I am sitting at my desk doing my homework, she starts to bite my papers and walk across my laptop, but when I place her far from me, she rushes back to my desk and the process continues again.
They don’t like baths.
I didn’t expect Paisley to be so sweet since I thought cats usually prefer to be left alone, so I thought she might be different from other cats and possibly like taking baths. I was so wrong. As soon as I placed her in the bathtub, she started meowing and squirming. I was disappointed to discover this, but it does come in handy when she follows me into the bathroom and wants to go into the toilet. I can turn on the water and she scurries away.
They’re living the dream.
Sometimes I wish I could be a cat with a good owner. I wouldn’t have to worry about food and I could sleep whenever I want. I wonder what goes through my cat’s mind, but I know she doesn’t have to worry about graduating or finding a job. After all, the only thing Paisley has to be concerned about is how she can get into my locked room, so she can claw the clothes in my closet.