Monday, February 14, 2011
Day 05 - A picture of your favorite animal
This one is super easy for me....Meet my cat RayCoon- Ray for short.
Ray is 17ish years old. I say "ish" because she was a stray. We found her in July and the Vet estimated her to be about 6 months old when we found her. We named her Raycoon because when her fur is all puffed up, her tail looks like Racoon Tail!
She took over our home 3 months before I was married. She never has been like a "normal" cat. Ray would run to the door when she heard the door bell ring. She never wanted to be petted by anyone but my husband or I. In fact, she will sit in the middle of a room daring anyone to reach down and pet her so she could hiss and growl.
when my kids came along, Ray didn't like it at ALL. Everytime the baby would cry she would get wide eyed and slink around the outside of the room to get away from the noise.
In this picture is probably the closest she has ever gotten to "sharing mom".
Like most cats she loves to lay in the sun. In the winter, she lays next to the vents..
Raycoon also loves to lay on a piece of paper that is on the floor or warm, clean laundry
As Ray has gotten older she has also gotten meaner. The Vet told me she has major trust issues, which is why she is so mean. The Vet also said that most strays have these trust issues. Cats latch on to one person usually. For Ray that person is me. She follows me around from room to room. Sits on the Couch while I am on the treadmill. Sits at the top of the stairs while I get laundry from the basement. Oh, and don't even THINK about going into a room and shutting the door! Ray ONLY does that for me.
Ray, is what I call "fully loaded" which means she has all of her claws.
She has gotten so mean in her elderly years that Vet appointments are horrible! You should hear the noises that come out of her! the Vet wanted to do a blood draw last year due to her age to check her thyroid and blood sugar...they had to sedate her.
Regardless of her mean, cranky, overweight self, I really do love her like she is my child. Even though my kids are 11 & 8, if I raise my voice to them she will meow at me. As if to say "don't yell at the kids". I miss her when we are away, she drives me crazy when I am home "STOP meowing at me!" Sounds like a child...right?
Lately I have thought often about the day that will come that she will no longer be with us. I am starting to tear up just thinking of that.
There is and never will be a cat like my Ray....