Like a family heirloom, Moocher was found by my SIL, Sommer when he was around 2 yrs old and she kept him with her for about 4 years. During the entire time with Sommer, he wasn't the tame pussy cat but rather a brat, who is mean and at times even bite her. Moocher was then given to my MIL but I would like to think that he was sent to rehab for an anger management issue thus being so mean to Sommer. Cause I can't comprehend why anyone or any living thing would ever be mean to Sommer.
My MIL kept Moocher for another 4 years during then, he was trained good and got rid most of his meaness. By now Moocher is around 10yrs old in human years and 60 yrs old in Cats yrs. Unfortunately my MIL's husband or rather my Step-FIL is a member of the Anti-Cats clan (Oh, a few of my friends are also members of that clan and at one point, me too was a fellow member !). As unwilling as she is and painful for her to go through, she brought Moocher back to Sommer. Unknowingly, Sommer's funny husband, Pete is also a fellow member of the Anti-Cats clan hahahahah Now that put Moocher's fate hanging in the air if he was going to be send to some ophanage for Cats or be adopted by my BIL (Paul's older brother, Casey) who himself have 2 puppies and 2 cats (yes, it's like a mini zoo in his house).
For those of you who know me, is aware of my phobia for Cats and Dogs. Yes, I do own pets before but they are Beta fish and basically live in their bowl, swimming around in circles all day and require no petting, attention or affection. Neither do they sniff me nor bark at me which make it even sweeter - Yah, it's like a match made in heaven.
One of my ultimate phobia is the Cat or Dog attacking me by scratching me which will then disfigure me for life or bite a piece of flesh off me and cause me to bleed to a bloody death. Yah, I admit, I am one big paranoid and super imaginative being.
With Moocher's fate hanging in the air, I told Paul about the situation and immediately he was like "But Moocher is my buddy, he used to sleep on my belly at night and come to me when I call him. I don't want him to be spending the rest of his life in some ophanage or in a mini zoo left to fend for himself." Okay, BIG PROBLEM here ! Here is my husband who want to rescue Moocher, his buddy and there is me - His wife who is terrified of Cats and Dogs and now need to seriously entertain the idea of fighting with my phobia 24/7 under the very same roof to which in my unknown and wildest dream will lead to sharing the very same bed with a cat too.
So within an hour of my conversation with Paul, I wrote to Sommer telling her "We want to adopt Moocher". Seriously, was I experiencing another "Out of Body" experience when I told her that ???!!! After my episode of hyperventilation, I regain my conscience and think "Hey, it would be a good opportunity to get over my fear and maybe learn to love a Cat without focusing on all the negative things about them. And maybe, just maybe it will be a good training ground and chance for me lure out my "Parenting" skills and discover the nurturing side of me (if any) hahahahh
So within a week of my email to Sommer, I start to get excited and wonder when will this notorous Cat march into my door. Then on Day 1 of his arrival, he jumped into my bed and when I tell him "No, get off the bed", he actually hiss at me and that's when I raised my voice, slap the bed and tell him "NO". I always joke with Pete that I'll train Moocher to jump into the oven and then we'll have some roast cat. That moment, I wanted to realise that joke into reality. Hahahaha
Oh, there is another time when he try to bite me and I scolded him and told him "Without me, you wouldn't have any food to eat or water to drink so you better be nice to me." Since then, he have gather his act together and look at me like his new mummy. There are times when he is arrogant, adorable with his cute face and defintely very loved by us. He's like our little baby now.
At times when I take a nap, he will jump into the bed with us and have his head face towards the door as if to protect me. When I use the laptop in bed, he will jump and lie on the right corner of the bed to keep me company. He have also claimed the right corner of the bed as his.
I have start learning more about Cats but I am still figuring out Moocher. Like what his various meows mean. Does he want food, water or just to go out and play or go out and attend to his business ? Or does he just want me to pet him and show him some affection and tell him that I love him ?
One morning, when I was preparing his breakfast (wet food), he rub himself against my legs and started purring. Unknowingly, I thought he was complaining that I am taking too long to prepare his meal and I need to hurry up cause he's famished. Later, Paul told me, Cats only purr when they are happy and very contented and they only purr to humans. There are days when he would lie right next to me with his butt against me and again I wonder "What was that about?". Paul would then explain to me that, Moocher's action was to show that he trust me, which is why he is showing me his butt. Did I mention that at times when we're watching TV, he will jump right next to me on the couch and join us watching TV.
Now, at night, when he know that I am getting ready for bed, he will jump right on the bed and lie on the right corner of the bed beside paul's legs like a baby sleeping with his parents. He's a cute ball of fur but he sure need to quit biting cause he bite Paul the other day and cause a good spanking from Paul. Since that episode, I feel that he is more attached to me now like I'm the mummy protecting him from daddy.
Last night when I let him out to play, after a while, I stood at the door calling out his name as I couldn't see him and I don't want him to wander off too far. At my 2nd call, he just came running right to me and cause me to melt inside. Yah, that's rewarding to me that he reconise my voice and know that I am calling out for him.
But the ultimate payback is when he will hunt something and bring it back to me. Apparently that's the highest honor a cat will give to his owner and for that, I will wait patiently (he had done that to my MIL and Paul) ....
Check our baby out....
P/S: I call Moocher the Family Hairloom cause he was found by Sommer, then given to my MIL and is now in my hands. He's like the gem that is given only to the woman in the family. I read somewhere that you don't own a Cat, a Cat own you and that is so true....