Our Cat

Shall we start this blog out with a story about our cat? (She has been in big trouble this morning.....)
Gato (yes I know that is the 'male' form for 'cat'......)will be 16 years old this July. She was a feral kitten that adopted us while we were living in Phoenix, Arizona.
Here is a bit of her story...........

Gato was a tiny little thing when we first came in contact with her. We were not cat people, so we basically ignored her when she was wandering around our apartment complex. We had a golden retriever named Shilo that lived with us during this time. While taking Shilo for walks in the evening, Gato would tag along. Several times Gato ended up in our apartment by hiding under Shilo's long coat. I would shut the door, turn around and there she was.....Then 'scoot' I would shoo her out the door.

This routine went on for about a month; until one day as we were walking from the parking area to our apartment, we saw some children swinging something around.......To our horror it was the kitten...and they were swinging her around by her back legs.We were angry, not only because these children were being cruel, but to our dismay, their parents were standing by watching!
We immediately grabbed the kitten and brought her into the apartment.
So began our journey into being owned by a cat.

Gato is for the most part a great cat. She doesn't shred furniture or curtains. She doesn't climb on the furniture too much; and usually just the table to see what is going on.
Gato likes her cat food; but she loves people food. I have tried over the years to disuade her by giving her bits of buffalo wings (very hot), green chili and stuff spiced with jalepenos, she eats it all. I don't know if she has 1) no taste buds, 2) strong stomach from growing up in Phoenix Arizona, or 3) just loves hot (spicy) foods.

Gato talks a lot; she loves to hold conversations with us. She also lets us know when she is angry or upset. She hates it when we are in different areas of the house. She likes her people nearby so she can share laps or see when we go into the kitchen.

So to end this post; we return to my earlier observation. Gato was in big trouble this morning. We left early to run to the W****** in the next town. But before we left I made sure to clean Gato's litter box. Gato is adament that her litter box remain clean......So we come home an hour later and she has unceremoniously pee'd on the floor and Dave's hunting boots on the back porch not 12 inches from her litter box! Not good. No excuse. Clean litter box and fresh litter; what ticked her off? She know's she's in bad graces right now and is trying to be very lovey and cute. Ah well, it's cleaned up and she knows she better be good the rest of the day.
Have a great day.