A Feline Housemate

By on August 3, 2015

Today Monday 3rd August marks exactly six months since I adopted Hendrix my overbearing and nearly tyrannical cat. It will mark half a year since my life somewhat changed from the life of a guy who barely spent time at his home to the fella who always has to rush home because there is a feline waiting for food, company and someone to inflict scratch injuries upon.

I have always considered myself a lover of cats and this is why in the 2001 Movie ‘Cats and Dogs’ I was strongly rooting for the cats. I even had a secret crush on Selina Kyle who most people will know as ‘Cat Woman’. Basically, I love cats.

However, I had never quite seen myself owning one, by myself.

A little prior experience

Several years back a friend and I co-adopted a kitten when we were fresh out of University but we both moved to new places after a few months and ‘Shawty’ (that was the name we gave her) was left in the old place – under the care of new seemingly disinterested owners.

There wasn’t much sentiment when we were leaving because Shawty was too busy chasing Tom Cats around to care that her owners were leaving – for good. Not that we cared too much either. True, we raised her, fed her and housed her but our relationship was more of a one-way relationship. She never gave us anything in return. She would eat, get filled, ruin a few household items, snatch an egg here or spill milk over there and then run off to the wilderness, only to return later in the night to sleep and then trot off again in the morning. There was not much affection from Shawty, the parasitic cat.

Therefore when I adopted Hendrix, I was hoping for a more complimentary and harmonious relationship. Folks who aren’t animal lovers are probably wondering what a cat could possibly offer a human. It is too complex for you, I don’t think I can explain for to ably understand but just so you know, my cat has given me quite a lot. As I have learnt, cats are awesome little bastards they should be worthy substitutes for children. They are great little things with a propensity to make you feel emotion even when you have a heightened sense of blunted affect.

Day 1Where it all started

The Beginning

When I first got the idea of adopting a cat, I wanted a female. A buddy of mine (Severe) had a cat that was a proud mother to one week old Kittens. I was hoping to get a female cat because I had been told that they were more needy therefore my role as a ‘parent’ would be more visible with a female cat. Well, as fate would have it, I landed on a Tom cat.

Hide and SeekHe does love the hide and seek game

I named him Hendrix quite naturally after one of the most awe-inspiring musicians who ever walked this earth; Jimmy Hendrix. I also figured that as someone who is addicted to Rock Music, there would absolutely be no justification for me to name the cat after a sports icon, fashion guru or politician. I like those things but my number one passion is Rock Music. So, Hendrix was agreed upon mostly by myself, as the name of the new housemate.

We live to eat  

A few of my friends who have had the opportunity to watch Hendrix grow have expressed doubts and worries about what I might be feeding the feline; turns out he is growing too big too fast. Well, I can only say that there are so many things cats eat that I did not know about at first. I am a very adventurous guy in nearly all aspects of my life – including feeding animals. So over the past six months, Hendrix has enjoyed everything from Pizza and burgers to Cassava and yams. On a few occasions he has gobbled up posho, greens, peas, bread, paper, beans, fruits, chicken bones, cassava and even taken a few sips off of an alcoholic drink. Let’s just say Hendrix eats anything and everything – kind of like his owner.

He’s like a baby – but without the constant wailing and useless baby poo or unfunny and random vomiting. Oh; speaking of that, cats are some disciplined sons of female dogs. Yikes!! When I had just adopted him, I was worried he would soil my humble abode with his poo and pee but as I learnt, cats identify a spot where they will religously do their business and try to make it an effort to ‘hide’ their business. Since my entire house is tiled, this would prove a challenge at first but after the guy had mastered the positions for him to transact his business, the rest would be quite easy.

Looker…and he has quite a stare 

Cats are like babies; but without the need to change diapers

The downside to owning a cat (all by yourself) is it looks up to you for everything. When it is hungry, you have to be able to whip up something for it. When it is sick, you are the vet guy. When it is playful, you are the playmate. And when it is absolutely bored, you have to figure out something to keep it occupied or the devil will make a workshop of its mind and before you know it, the feline will be ripping something to shreds; usually something you absolutely love and hold in high regard for instance a certain certificate you got from a prestigious institution that will most probably not issue you another.

Never leave things lying around.

Every once in a while we get into a fight and like guys usually do, we each hold onto our egos and look opposite ends; keen to not be seen as the weaker male. Quite naturally, since I am the bigger (and only) person, I break the silence and stroke the angry cat. In no time, we are back to the more endearing games like hide and seek. Sadly for Hendrix and I, since we live in a fairly small place, hide and seek often involves Hendrix/or myself moving from one couch to another or from the bed to the fridge end or me just going into the bathroom and locking myself in there … for a few seconds.

Hendrix Chill…Occsionally we just chill …

There is some other game Hendrix invented. He waits for you to collapse into the couch or bed and then he jumps onto you and just lays there; waiting for you to stroke him or do something – anything. When you don’t, he does what any cat would do; he pushes his head against you until somehow you become too uncomfortable and do what has to do done to make him feel better.

For a pussy, he’s quite the bully! (Any pun  therein is unintentional!)

Over the past six months, a lot of good and not-so-good stuff has happened to my relationship with Hendrix. One of my neighbours once wanted to steal him for herself. She would pour milk on a saucer and leave it at her door – as if to tempt the feline. That plot miserably failed because my get-out-of-the-house policy is simply too tough on Hendrix. Another guy wanted to have Hendrix poisoned; apparently having a neighbour with a cat is a bad omen. We had a fairly lengthy exchange with that one until one day until I made it known to him that the only pussy he’d ever have a chance of seeing was Hendrix and he was not even allowed to touch it. Yes, I used very brutal language to protect my nigga Hendrix. Of course I was deploying a bit of pun but the fellow was too dull-witted to realise.

It is very unlikely Hendrix will ever have a chance to read this Blog Post and even if he did, I would instantly deny ever writing it – males cannot be showing each other emotion in public. Totally uncool. I will however say that if there is a friendship that I will work hard to keep, it is the one I have with Hendrix.

Hendrix… and other times he just sleeps 

And just to wrap up this Week’s blog post, I shall share 6 of the most awesome quotes by people who seem to have understood these felines more than most of us. One quote for each month I have been with Hendrix.

Here’s to many more months as an Ailurophile.

 “The only escape from the miseries of life are music and cats…” ― Albert Schweitzer

“Women and cats will do as they please, and men and dogs should relax and get used to the idea.” ― Robert A. Heinlein

“Cats are intended to teach us that not everything in nature has a purpose.” ― Garrison Keillor

“What greater gift than the love of a cat.” ― Charles Dickens

“A cat has absolute emotional honesty: human beings, for one reason or another, may hide their feelings, but a cat does not.” ― Ernest Hemingway

“Of all God’s creatures, there is only one that cannot be made slave of the leash. That one is the cat. If man could be crossed with the cat it would improve the man, but it would deteriorate the cat.”
― Mark Twain

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