17/07/2025
What I Love about being a cat.
And what I don’t….by Pushkin Cat
Part one - The very first
When we first met, I was in a horrendous position. I’d been in a cat carrier for hours, above a smelly loud pub, a really big dog not far away…
Suddenly the cat carrier was carried, down the stairs into the bar. Soon after I was with him, in a taxi, heading for somewhere I hadn’t got a clue about.
In this situation, there’s not a lot a cat can do. I remember meowing, I remember getting a good feeling from him, as we headed onwards.
Soon journeys end. I was carried into a strange house, lots of different smells, but then suddenly, after I recognised more stairs, my freedom.
I was in a bedroom, I didn’t panic, the bedroom I still sleep in, I suppose my safe place? Strangely enough, I felt safe from the off. He, made it perfectly clear, that I was safe in this new world, I never really thought about why the old world ended, cats, I suppose, can’t afford that sentimentality.
Those first moments after I was released from the cat carrier, were very stressful for him. I sensed his anxiety, his choices, whether to keep me in the bedroom, or let me explore.
He let me explore, leaving the bedroom door open, in case I wanted to return to my safety. The door that has never closed, after all this time.
More soon x
