How I Found My First Furry Floppy Cat

I never thought of myself as a cat person. I didn’t like them at all. I thought cats were sneaky, murderous, and aloof without a shred of loyalty to their owners.

The fact that I had a bad experience with one didn’t help how I felt towards them.

My friends went on vacation and asked if I would check on their cat Maude while they were away. They said all I had to do was give her food, fresh water, and clean her litter box every day. That was reasonable.

The first few days were fine. Maude always greeted me at the door, meowed, and walked on the kitchen counter while I washed out her food and water dishes. I turned their TV on so the cat wouldn’t feel lonely after I left. I do this for my dogs, so wouldn’t cats like it, too?

On the third day, the cat rubbed her head against the back of my leg while I was measuring her food. I thought, “Aw, she likes me.” That’s when she bit my let and took a chunk of skin from it.

I called my friends and asked them to find someone else to do cat duty. I didn’t trust cats anymore. All I could think of was, “That little ungrateful cat. I can’t believe she bit me!”

She made me love my two dogs even more.