I decided to take this week off from my recent series of post on the ‘History of Vampires’ to talk about someone I love… my cat, Jenks. I say someone because Jenks doesn’t know he’s actually a cat.
I’m sure you’ve heard the saying, “Dogs have masters, and cats have servants.” Well, that explains our relationship perfectly. While my dog is thankful for his home, Jenks believes the house belongs to him. He just lets us live there to fill the food bowl and empty the liter box. After-all, he wasn’t some stray that had to beg for his home the way the dog did. I actually went to a pet store and picked him over all those other kittens. He believes he’s entitled to his throne. If he only knew I spent a small fortune at the vet last week because the dog’s allergic to flees.
Last month I returned home after five days at the Romance Writers of America Conference in Atlanta. Jenks followed me to the bedroom to drop my luggage, all the while pretending to feign for my attention. When I sat down to oblige, he jumped onto my lap for what I assumed to be “I’m so happy to see you love.” What I got was a hard nip on the hand. Of course I scolded him, which didn’t faze him in the least. He promptly proceeded to purr and rub against my legs. And just like that, it was out of his system. Jenks, in his weird little way, let me know he wasn’t happy I’d left him. But to make up for my punishment, the next few days he lavished me with near constant love.
You may think I'm giving the cat too much credit. He can’t talk and tell me what he’s thinking. But, I’m a firm believer that when you raise an animal from a baby you develop a special bond. You learn there is meaning behind every action and reaction. You just need to pay attention.
At the risk of being pegged ‘the cat lady’ (I only have one, by the way) my father used to say he'd never seen an animal that didn't like me, or I them. He often told people about the time when I was five years old and tamed six wild kittens inside my grandfather's barn, which I wouldn’t recommend. Can anyone say cat-scratch fever? Yeah, it not just a song title-- it actually exist.
In case you’re wondering how Jenks got his name. When I got him I was reading Kim Harrison’s ‘The Hollows Series’ which I do recommend. There was a character I adored named Jenks. He was a loveable pixie who at times could be quiet cantankerous. Little did I know when I named my new kitten after him, their personalities would be so similar.
Do you have a pet with a special way of letting you know when they’re unhappy with you? If so, I’d love to hear about it. We all love our pets, even when they punish us for being bad parents.
Until next time,
Mia & Jenks