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Kittens: When You Buy Love

We only have four. No, I’m not even close to the crazy cat lady of science fiction.

by
Sarah Hoyt

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July 3, 2013 - 10:00 am
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Most definitely NOT a hen.

Most definitely NOT a hen.

The cattery had both Cornish Rexes and Sphinxes. I was charmed by a Sphinx named Silver, but not only was she more expensive than the Cornish Rex, but when they started explaining what was needed to take care of them – including sweaters and suntan lotion – I realized it wasn’t a cat for a family with small children and time-consuming careers.

So we settled on Miranda, a beautiful tortoise shell with a half-yellow nose.  She had three sisters, but she’s the one who tried to unbutton my coat, and who clawed up my clothes to my chest for pets.

She was too young when we picked her and we had to wait two weeks to bring her home.

Was it worth it?  Well… not in the keeping hair down sense.  A year after Miranda, we fell for a hard-case called Euclid, a black domestic shorthair, common as dirt, whose time had run out at the Humane Society.  Two years after that, a daring little white and black eight-week-old kitten came in with the guys as a snow storm was starting.  My husband and sons went up and down the street asking if he belonged to anyone.  No one admitted to having lost (or dumped) a kitten, and D’Artagnan joined the clowder.  Most undermining for our war against fuzz, seven years later, we found a dirt, grease-encrusted kitten with a broken tail and scratches on his nose while we were out mini-golfing (we’re not the crazy mini-golfing writ — oh, wait, maybe we are. It’s inexplicable why a couple with two adult sons enjoys this so much, but we do, and the more fiberglass animals a course has the better).  When the kitten came to our younger son, and when the course owner told us most kittens dumped there got eaten by foxes, we grabbed the little creature.  His name is Havelock.  We don’t know if he is a Turkish Van, but he looks like one.  I judge my necessity to clean by the thickness of layer of Havelock hair on everything.  “We’re up to two Havelocks.  Time to clean.”

So, the fuzz is as bad as ever.  And we still fall for rescues and birds–  well, cats – with broken wings.  Our other three felines – except Miranda – are as common as the old set was.

Did it work for temperament?  Yes.  Miranda is very human-oriented and very smart.  Despite being the smallest in the house, she takes charge of cats and humans and it often looks like our sole purpose in life is to cater to princess radar-ears.

Would we do it again?  I don’t know.  We recently found out that Miranda has a heart condition, and might not be with us much longer (though we’re hoping for some years, still.)

Are we sold on Cornish Rex?  Definitely.  But I still feel a little guilty.  I feel like we bought love.  Also, I do kitten rescue, and I know how many kittens are out there looking for a good home.

As experienced cat people, we could probably break bad habits in a cat, or negotiate life with a less-than-perfect animal, so if we decide we need another “alien cat” in our lives, I’ll probably look for a rescue.  But, if we were a first time cat-family, getting a young kitten of a breed with a known temperament, whom we could mold to our ways might work.  I dislike controls on breeding of cats.  There are reasons to get an animal from a breeder sometimes.

And hey, without that breeder and that timely litter, I’d never have come to know and love Miranda-cat.  Even if it seems akin to white-slavery to have paid money to bring her home, after she clearly picked us.

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images courtesy shutterstock / Imageman / Eric Isselee

Miranda-cat

Miranda-cat

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Sarah Hoyt lives in Colorado with her husband, two sons and too many cats. She has published Darkship Thieves and 16 other novels, and over 100 short stories. Writing non-fiction is a new, daunting endeavor. For more on Sarah and samples of her writing, look around at Sarah A. Hoyt.com or check out her writing and life blog at According to Hoyt.com.

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Do you call her Dejah Thoris Burroughs when she's in trouble?
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He's the spitting image of one of my more missed cats.
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" ... when they started explaining what was needed to take care of them – including sweaters and suntan lotion ..."

Uh, not the most successful example of evolution, eh?

More seriously, I guess you are lucky you never ran into a Maine Coon (our office in California had one that we miss terribly).
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My daughter adores kittens, and has brought home several of them -- but also an elderly snowshoe Siamese named Moo (sometimes Moo Goo Gai Pan), who belonged to a neighbor. The neighbor had gotten a Yorkie puppy, Moo didn't get along with puppy (or anyone, really) and neighbor didn't want to bother with training either of them to get along, and said she would surrender Moo to the animal shelter. Where she would very likely never be adopted, being cranky, elderly, kinda-bitey and generally unfriendly. So, now I have a cranky, elderly, but rather mellowed-out snowshoe Siamese among the menagerie. Then there is the lame flame-point Siamese, who used to belong to a neighbor but fell very deeply in love with my daughter ... and was actually rendered lame when he was hit by a car coming across the road to visit her, and everyone realized unless he stayed with us, he would eventually get killed coming across the road to be with her. Sigh.
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