14. Ten Reasons Why You Should Adopt a Cat

#10 They’re Independent…

Cats are naturally independent creatures that require little supervision. This makes them the perfect pet for workaholics, city dwellers, people living in apartments, and the just generally mellow. While you can feel free to walk your cat, it isn’t necessary to their lifestyle.

#9 …Yet Cuddly

They may be able to take care of themselves, but cats still love a good cuddle. And unlike those 100-pound pooches that think they belong on your lap, a cat actually fits there quite nicely. Plus, they are warm and fuzzy – so purr-fectly suited for snuggling.

#8 They Bathe Themselves

It’s a good thing, too. Have you ever tried to get a cat into water? Not fun if you prefer your skin scratch-free. So, cats bathe themselves and leave you with one less chore – it’s a win-win situation for everyone.

 #7 You Won’t Need To Housebreak Them

In addition to bathing themselves, cats come into your life pretty much potty trained. You set up a litter box and with very little instruction they figure out how to use it almost naturally. Adopting a cat means never have to worry about getting home late and realizing you still need to go out into a dark, cold night.

#6 They’re Avid Hunters

Not a big fan of lizards, mice or giant beetles? Adopt a cat! Cats are skilled hunters that will help keep the bug population down in your home, as well as those hair-raising lizards, mice, moths, dust bunnies — and those alarming red laser pointers.

 #5 …and Great Entertainers

Cats are more than capable of entertaining themselves with toys, boxes, drawers and the like. Give a cat a window (and window sill to perch on) and she’ll spend hours watching the goings-on in the Great Outdoors as she plots taking over the world and generally enjoys making the peons on the other side of the glass jealous of her glorious coat and pretty whiskers.

#4 Perfect Couch Potato Companion

Think about it. A cat spends about 15 or so hours a day sleeping. This means they will never make you feel guilty when you laze about on the couch eating a tub of ice cream and watching TV all day. In fact, a cat would love to just veg out with you. Just tell the haters, “I’m spending some quality time with my cat!”

 #3 You’re Saving a Life

There are somewhere between 6 to 8 million cats and dogs taken in by animal shelters each year in the U.S.; and 3 to 4 million of those cats and dogs are eventually euthanized. By adopting a cat today, you could be single-handedly saving a life. That’s a pretty big deal. And on top of saving the life of your own new feline friend, adoption frees up more space in the shelter for other animals, and the adoption fees help shelters keep running and saving even more animals. Adoption fees vary depending on the age and breed of the cat, but help cover pre-adoption veterinarian care and evaluations.

 #2 They’re Saving Your Life

As if saving a life wasn’t a good enough reason to adopt a cat, keep in mind that your potential new cat could save your life, too. Having a pet has been attributed to significantly lowering blood pressure, as well as lowering the risk of heart disease. Plus, the mere act of stroking a cat for a few minutes has been shown to release “feel good” endorphins in the brain.

 #1 They’re Awesome

You can’t argue with the facts. A cat is the most popular pet in the world; there are more cats in U.S. households than dogs. They’re adorable, loving, easy companions that make you super happy and healthy. So, what are you waiting for? Head on down to your nearest shelter to find your new best friend!

Thank you PetMD.com for this great summary


5. The Little, Tiny, Baby, Girl Cat / Human Male DNA Flaws / Sanctuary

Greta is our little, tiny, baby, girl cat.  Now, I have no idea where that name came from.  It does not befit my sense of dignity and self-respect.  What I suspect is that one of my other cats whispered that phrase in my ear when I was sleeping – isn’t that called subliminal programming?  I would hate to think that any of my cats would be so sneaky.  Of course not!  What was I thinking?  Nevertheless, when I asked Clyde about it, he just began rolling around on the floor and said something about the great catnip toy I’d given him.

Well, it happened!  I was talking with some of my guy friends and I blurted out something about “… my little, tiny, baby, girl cat.”  These guys were speechless.  They began looking at the floor and started talking about how seasonal the weather was.  Then, they looked at their watches, looked distressed, mumbled something about being late, and they rushed off.  Such things are still a mystery to me.

Now, the facts in chronological order.  Greta was TNRed on 04 August 2010 and later returned to where we found her.  Then days later, we were shocked on the morning of 18 August to find her inextricably entangled in a chain link fence.  She had her head through one opening, her left leg through another opening, and then she apparently turned her head to reach up to unentangle herself.  As a result, she caught a tooth on the fence wire and she was helplessly hanging with her back feet barely touching the ground.

When I saw her, I immediately lifted her back feet off the ground so she wasn’t hanging.  A neighbor came out and I asked him to get a heavy cutter to sever the fencing around her.  It took four cuts to remove her.  Nancy had already gotten a cat carrier from the house and Greta and I were on the way to our vet.  Fortunately, he’s less than a half mile away and took us in immediately.

She couldn’t support herself on her left leg.  Subcutaneous fluid and steroid injections, rest, observation, speculation that a kitten could heal more readily, an overnight stay at the clinic, and hope were combined as the treatment.  We picked up our little, tiny, baby, girl cat (Greta) the next day.  She was still having difficulty in trying to stand and move.

We had already decided to sanctuary her – there just was no way we could return her outside.  We did not know how she would heal, but we knew she’d be safer with us inside the house.  She was and is – and she appears to be fully recovered.  Greta is still a kitten who pounces on any available cat tail and chases the other cats around.  However, they do appreciate the breaks her long naps give them.

Head butts, love bites, and kitty kisses to all – except those speechless guy “friends.”

Now we just talk about the weather and “guy” stuff.  Strangely, none of them have ever asked about that little, tiny, baby, girl cat.  Well, life goes on.

4. This Feral Cat Colony Caretaker & The Vacuum Effect

My addiction to cats – did I say “addiction”?  I did not. Clyde sneaked in when I stepped out and he wrote it.  Well, he is a keen observer of the obvious.  How do cats know these things?  Ah, oh, well, what I meant to say was my deep and abiding concern for feral cats began with Snowball.

There are those days when I feel overwhelmed and I have to remind myself that feral cat commitment is forever.  Then, like so many, I take on more work.  Our ferals grace and enrich our lives in a way that’s beyond explanation; our hearts are touched and we can’t stop.

When I get discouraged, my cat Snowball snuggles close and purrs.  Then he moves in even closer.  He puts a paw on my arm and reminds me: “To the world, you are just another person.  To a rescued cat, you are the world.”  He always seems to know just when to do that; I do not know how.  Snowball’s story is the first post “Some Beginnings With Neighborhood Cats” on NoBadCat.com.

As I said in a previous account, the sacred moments in our lives and those of our cats are precious.  We hold those moments in our hearts with a love that’s ineffable.  Those moments give us needed strength and compassion.

We also need to remind ourselves of this truth.  We are their caretakers, not their owners – this is the deal between us and them and nothing abrogates or transcends that.

Now, where was I?  Three weeks ago, we sanctuaried the three ferals from our backyard colony.  Snowball, Tangerine, and Stripes were clearly bonded to each other and they were bonded to us.  Of course, it’s Snowball’s fault.  He head butted my hand one day when I was feeding him.  I just could not resist petting him.  I had no self-control.  Well, I could not help myself and neither could Nancy.

Snowball and Tangerine are both twelve pound males who are at least five years old.  Both are FIV positive, but are asymptomatic.  These three were isolated for three weeks in Nancy’s “study” to acclimate.  We introduced our indoor cats to them one at a time and it went well.  There were a few hisses from the indoor cats, but the three sanctuaried cats did not respond in kind.

Now then, the “feral vacuum effect” which we’ve all read about or heard about is real.  All it took was a few days of no cats in the back yard colony.  Then, other cats began showing up.  First were two all black cats.  They seemed to be a mother and one of her kibs.  Then, yesterday, a very large cat (mostly black and a little orange) appeared in the yard.  As we begin the TNR process, we have decided to give them character names from Shakespeare’s plays.

This week is our first TNR of one of the “vacuum” cats.  These vet visits include neutering, Rabies and FVRCP vaccinations, and left eartipping.   Both Alley Cat Allies [Alleycat.org] and Neighborhood Cats [Neighborhoodcats.org] strongly recommend left eartipping.  In addition, each feral cat receives Revolution, a brief physical exam, ear cleaning if necessary, and anything else our vet may telephone us about.  We are grateful that the Rockford, IL PAWS subsidizes much of this.

We give our male ferals a full 48 hours for recovery and our female ferals a full 96 hours for recovery.  We sometimes wonder if that is enough time.

We want to be sure that these neighborhood cats be fully recovered from sedation as well as eating and drinking again.

I know that you are not cats, but if you have ever had surgery, even “minor” surgery with sedation, you know that recovering from the sedation and the effects of the surgery takes some time.  Why would it be any different for our neighborhood cats?

Next, I will tell you about our little, tiny, baby girl cat – Greta.

Head butts, love bites, and kitty kisses to all!