Animals are amazing. Everyday, I feel more and more blessed to have two amazing creatures to spend my life with. In the past, I have had multiple animals, all cats, who have made life a little more bearable. Through the depression, anxiety, and traditional illness, it is nice to know that someone loves me unconditionally.
Jacob is a special breed of cat. I don't mean he is an expensive, rare animal. He is a flame point Siamese. These cats have the absolute best temperament. He is my second cat of the breed. Jake and Jack have both been the most loving, compassionate, and loyal creatures to have walked the planter. Both boys have guarded me while I've been sick. Recently, Jake guarded even guarded the bathroom door for 6 hours while I threw up and slept in the bathroom during a horrible migraine.
Amber and Snickers, both tortoise shells, have been the comedic break in my life. Both highly affectionate felines, they live life on their own terms. Most of these terms involve food. I remember Snickers was a big fan of nacho cheese doritos, but Amber, she likes just about everything. Amber likes to wake up at 5:oo am smacking my face because she wants fed. She is perfectly content sitting in a separate room for hours, just as her predecessor did. Also similar, when she wants that attention, watch out buddy, because you have been downgraded.
I know they say you should never shop for an animal. I only partially shopped. Both of my cats are rescue cats. Amber was a year old at her adoption. She had just had her first litter of kittens, and she wasn't a huge fan of being around everyone in the foster home. I didn't technically pick her. She was picked for me by the person who knows me best. My mom and my sister found her and they knew she as the embodiment of Snickers. I didn't know she was mine until an email spoiled the surprise. It was a good surprise. Jake was much different. I had lost Jack about 6 months prior to FIP. I was broken. My sister and I looked at different shelters in Indiana and the surrounding states for flamepoints. They weren't the most common, but when they came in, they went fast. Suddenly we found him. We called and asked about him and they weren't sure he was ready because he was so injured. I said I didn't care. We woud do anything to care for him. He had a huge gash in his side from suddenly living a life of happy cat luxury, and then being outside and facing cats and the elements. If you knew Jake, you would know this is not his forte. Jake is allergic to flowers. His gash healed, his heart healed, and so did mine.
Jake was abused. He is still afraid of strange objects. I have learned to tell him to leave the room when I am going to change the trash or iron. Jake recovered even more with Amber. They are the loves of each others little lives.
Back to the shopping. I didn't shop for some expensive cat. I was searching to honor a memory and a life. I loved Snickers and Jack more than anyone could love a pet. I had snickers for 18 years. I was the one who said I can't see her the way she is (crippling arthritis and not grooming) and took her to be put down. You don't even want to know about the vet bills when Jack died, but rest assured, he is sitting on the highest shelf of my living room.
Love comes in many forms. I just happen to believe it walks on 4 paws.