My name is Maverick, and I am a cat. This column is my very first writing job. I hope you’re not rolling your eyes because that would hurt me. As a cat, I have a lot of things to say. I hope you will love my new column. I am calling it “CAT TALES.” I hope it’s a big hit because I am going through a rough time, and my mom thinks that if I write, I can get everything I hold inside off my chest. She says it’s a lot like therapy. It will help me if I pour my heart out instead of keeping everything bottled up inside.
My mom (non-furry parent) also says keeping busy will help. I’ve been following my mom around a lot. If I don’t, she might disappear like my brothers did. If she is in the kitchen, I’m in the kitchen, and if she’s in her office, I’m there, too. Get the picture? I’m constantly underfoot, not that she complains, but she worries about me. When she’s in her office, I like to hang out on the bookcase or her work table and desk. Sometimes, I peek over her laptop at her or walk across the keyboard. I knock things over, not on purpose, but just to hear some noise. It’s so quiet in here.
When I came to live with my mom, I got two instant brothers, Alex and Winston. A few years ago, Winston had kidney disease and died. That was hard because he was so sweet. Alex and I missed him a lot. Several months ago, Alex died. His health had gone down quickly. He was 18 years old. So now it’s just me and my mom, but I hate it. I miss Alex so much. We ate together, played together, cuddled, and slept together. We were inseparable. My mom says I’m grieving, that animals grieve just like humans.
I had two tumors removed this year. One of them was on my neck, but thankfully, they were both benign. My mom says that means they weren’t cancerous. I also had some bad teeth pulled. Between that and that one tumor on my neck, my looks got messed up. I don’t look the same, and I lost weight, so my face has a sunk-in look, like a gigantic dimple.
My mom was having a rough time between Alex and me being ill. I knew she was scared and worried. But she nursed me back to health, and here I am. I am physically better but emotionally scarred. My world collapsed even more when we moved. I’m having a hard time adjusting to our new home. How much is a cat supposed to take? So that’s why I follow my mom everywhere. I don’t want her out of sight because otherwise, she might disappear and not come back, just like my brothers.
My mom says I’m having trouble adjusting because I have been through so many cat-astrophic things this year. She thinks this column will be good for me. She may be right. I kind of feel a bit better already, at least for now.
My column won’t always be so down, at least, I hope not. I’m a very friendly cat, and I have lots to say on a variety of topics. I hope people and their furry and non-furry families will write to me through my email address (see profile.) I will read them all and try my very best to answer as many as I can. But if I don’t get to answer all of them, just know that I have read your email and am thinking of you. Who knows, maybe you’ll have a question for me, and I may just pick one of them to write about or answer in a future column.
I’m kind of tired. This writing stuff makes me sleepy, so I am going to take a cat nap. I hope you enjoyed my column and hope to hear from you soon. I will leave you with this: The greatness of a person or a furry loved one is not measured by the amount of things they accumulate in this life. Their greatness is measured by the size of the hole in the heart that remains after they are gone. – Love Maverick