My kids are obsessed with this commercial! They think it’s hilarious. (Click through to see video)
“Luna! Luuuunnna! Here, pretty kitty!” I crooned, shaking a bag of cat treats as I circled the tiny hotel room for the 50th time.
“Are you sure she was, ah, here?” The hotel manager asked as his assistant lifted up the mattress, peering between the box spring and the bed. “I mean, I haven’t seen her the whole time you’ve been here!”
Did he really just accuse of me of imagining my own pet?? “Of course she was here!” I said, exasperated. “She was here like 30 minutes ago!” Then, turning to the assistant, I added, “And why are you looking there? How could she possibly fit in there without becoming a cat toastwich??”
He shrugged his shoulders and dropped the mattress. “I’ve seen it happen ma’am.”
Before I could decide if he meant that he’d seen a cat hide between a mattress and box spring or that he’d seen a cat meet an untimely end in that matter, my son piped up. “I think I hear her! She’s… up there!”
We all dropped silent and waited. Nothing. I checked over the fridge where he’d been pointing. Nothing. I even checked in the fridge now that the assistant had got me considering the possibility of a dead cat. Nothing. Nothing! It was infuriating! In the entire month that the six of us had been living in this tiny 400-sq foot hotel room she’d always been here and underfoot! I couldn’t change the TV channel without tripping over her. And now, the day we were checking out to move into our new home she was nowhere to be seen?
“Did you leave the door open?” I drilled my kids for the umpteenth time. They dutifully shook their heads. I sighed. “Well, we have to leave now to meet the moving van…”
“What? We can’t leave Luna! I l-l-l-ove her!” my older son burst into sobs and my other three kids quickly followed suit. The hotel manager looked stricken.
Sighing, I got down on my knees again and tried to wiggle under the fold-out couch to look yet again for two glowing green eyes. Was that…? I reached out and touched something furry but it was definitely not my cat. It was also not moving. I shrieked and realized I was stuck under the couch up to my shoulders. “Somebody pull my legs!” I yelled, trying to wriggle out backwards. Apparently all my kids heard was a muffled “legs” so they jumped on mine, effectively pinning me nose-to-unidentified furball.
Screaming and kicking I finally managed to wrestle my way out. “Why did you do that?!” I yelled, sweaty bangs stinging my eyes.
My children stared at me with saucer eyes. “We were keeping you from getting sucked under the couch by the monster that lives under there,” Son #3 finally piped up. “We saved you.” Son #2 added, “Maybe we should go look in the pool! Luna loves swimming!” (She’s a cat. She hates swimming. I know this for a fact because one time she slipped and fell in the bathtub with Jelly Bean and she turned into a demon hellcat streaking around the house and yowling until she dried her butt by dragging it across every available surface.)
I sighed. Ever since we’d loaded her in her carrier and drove away from Minnesota, our cat had been trying to punish me for upsetting her daily routine of butt-licking and ankle-attacking. Eventually we gave her “kitty valium” (which I found out later is actually just people Valium that you don’t need a prescription for because a vet gives it to you) in an attempt to calm her but since I wasn’t sure if she’d actually eaten it – administering pills to cats is a sorely underrated skill – we didn’t know if her lack of calm was because she hadn’t eaten the pill or because it hadn’t worked. So after a few hundred more miles of meowling we finally gave her another.
I’d been told it would make her conk out for the whole ride. It did not. It made her punch-drunk. Son #1 was concerned about the funny noises she was making so he let her out of her carrier. Drunk or not, once she was out she was not going back in that thing! So now we were halfway through Nebraska with a sloshed kitty lurching around the car randomly sticking her butt in the driver’s face and toppling over the gear shift at inconvenient moments. Of course I didn’t see her puke until we were unloading our luggage at 2 a.m. and I discovered my shirts covered in crusty cat chunks.
But we’d made it to Colorado and hadn’t lost the crazy animal (or any of my crazy kids) and so I’d be darned if we’d gotten her all the way here only to lose her in a 400-sq-ft hotel room! And yet, here I was, an hour past check-out time, the moving company calling me every five minutes to know where to put the Pod containing every thing we owned, two frustrated but kind hotel employees that had strip-searched the room and still no cat.
“Look guys,” I told my kids, “We really have to go. But I know the hotel will tell us when they find her and then we’ll drive back and pick her up, okay?” They sniffled and rubbed their noses as I made a big show out of giving the hotel manager my cell number and describing – again- that she was a black and white tuxedo cat with a marshmallow mustache and penchant for shower-peeping.
As we drove the half hour to our house, Son #2 piped up, “I love Luna because whenever I was scared, I’d tell her my worries and she would tell me everything is going to be okay.” I remembered the past month of chaos and the toll it had taken on my kids but especially on my sensitive second son. Suddenly his daily ritual of lying with his face in the cat’s fur, whispering, made so much more sense. “Is everything still going to be okay Mom?” he asked, his whole world rocked now that his rock was gone.
Son #2 and his “best friend”
I felt my anger at our Houdini cat fade as my other kids chimed in with funny, sweet and silly stories about our cat.
“Remember the time she wouldn’t eat tuna fish but licked my Chia pet totally clean?”
“Remember when she sat on my bed the whole night I was sick?”
“Remember when she farted so bad you put her in time out in the garage?”
“Remember when she fell in the sink and kicked the faucet on with back paw trying to get out and then got her foot tangled in your curling iron cord and broke it and totally soaked herself and the whole bathroom?” (Seriously, she did that.)
By the time we got to the house, we were all in tears. “We can always get another cat. I guess,” my husband offered. Which was really quite generous of him as he wanted a dog from the beginning.
“But I don’t want another cat! I want Luna!!” I cried, imagining her all alone in the dark hotel without us.
Sometimes you really don’t know how much you love something until it’s gone. I’d been so focused on the inconvenience of travelling with a critter who makes Elmo look like a rocket scientist that I’d forgotten all the wonderful, kind, beautiful ways she helps our family.
It’s not the first time I’ve felt indebted to an animal. Growing up, my dog Tanner put the “pee” in Whoopee! A Cocker Spaniel-Golden Retriever mix (no matter how I imagine that happening I just cannot picture the logistics, I mean…how did that conception even happen??), he had the bladder of the latter but with the incontinence issues of the former – especially when he got excited. Much to my mother’s chagrin, every time we’d come home he’d run up to us and start simultaneously wagging his whole lower half and peeing, thereby turning himself into a furry sprinkler. Of urine. It was like he was christening us with his love and marking his territory all at the same time!
Sure it was annoying having to wipe down the walls and floor every time we said hello to the little guy but when was the last time someone was so excited to see you that they literally lost control of their bodily functions? And that time he ate three 20-dollar bills and then barfed up all the pieces along with an entire pack of gum? Just showing my mom how much he liked her new purse. Oh and the time he was so happy to meet my brother’s prom date that he dragged a pair of his used underwear up and dropped them at her feet? It’s okay we didn’t like that girl either.
But it wasn’t until I was in college and he had to be put down that I finally realized how much a part of our family he really was – whether he was letting my sister and I dress him baby clothes or my brother try to make him a one-dog dog sled or even when we rushed him to the emergency vet on the 4th of July because we thought he was choking on a golf ball when it turns out his tongue was just blue from hyperventilating because he was terrified of fireworks. When he died, we cried like we’d lost a loved one. Because of course we had.
See, there’s a magic about animals. They’re innocent and forgiving and will love you unconditionally for no good reason at all other than that they find you utterly loveable. Even without being able to speak our language they can calm with a touch, heal with a lick, love with a look. And we often don’t realize how much they do for us, taking for granted their undying devotion.
One of the best surprises about moving to Colorado is all the animals where we live. The day we moved in, our neighbor’s garage opened and a horse came trotting out to greet the new folks. There are even signs on different sidewalks saying “No horses allowed” which always makes me laugh because who has so many horses that they need signs to tell them which sidewalks they can use? And also, horses can’t read. But in addition to being surrounded by three horse farms, we’ve got cattle grazing across the street, a sheep farm a couple of miles down the road, and alpacas, llamas and donkeys roaming in people’s yards. Plus there’s all the wildlife. Coyotes howl in the night, cougars stand guard over hiking trails, bunnies ransack our meager garden and elk lined the highway the other morning like a military honor guard.
It’s strange to me how much these animals help me, even though none are mine. Every time I drive past the house with the miniature donkeys grazing in their front yard it just makes me grin and grin. Tiny! Donkeys!! The cows somehow make me feel grounded, the sheep, safe. Watching mustangs run in the pasture down the street fills me with an incredible sense of peace. Oh and sure the ubiquitous prairie dogs carry the bubonic plague but their little fat butts are so stinking cute as they waddle across the road!
So when the hotel finally called three days later and told us that Luna had finally deemed to take off her invisibility cloak and rejoin society, the kids and I raced down to pick her up as fast as we could. I wish I had video of that reunion, it was so joyous. And I think Luna learned her lesson too – she’s never run away again, even when the kids leave the front door wide open. It’s almost as if she’s saying that she chooses us over freedom. (Either that or she’s as scared of the coyotes as I am.)
Now every night as I sit with my laptop and work, Luna curls up by my head on the top of the couch, keeping me company into the late hours. After she makes sure I’m going to bed, she makes the rounds of the house, checking on all my kids.
There’s a reason cat and dog memes are the bread and butter of the Internet! Not only are they funny critters, they’re also good for our health, with research studies going back decades showing that pets reduce allergies in kids, lower blood pressure, ameliorate depression and anxiety, improve people’s immune systems, lessen perception of pain and can even help you recover from a heart attack faster.
Animals are amazing gifts and so for Operation Give a Little Day 6 I’m asking you to give a little love to an animal. Throughout my life I’ve had a lot of pets – growing up we had 3 cats, one dog, 3 rabbits, a turtle named Geronimo because he loved to jump (not kidding!), hundreds of fish, two newts, some crabs and tree frogs, a lizard and even a baby bird (until it died, oops) – and while not one of them has ever dragged me out of a burning house or pulled me from a well Lassie-style, they’ve all enriched my life and made it better. They deserve a little holiday love too! If you have a pet, great! If not, you could try feeding some pigeons at the park, throwing bread to ducks, taking a friend’s dog for a walk or even visiting a shelter.
For me, I bought Luna a new toy – one of those long wires with a feather and bell on the end – and she’s been enjoying playing chase with the kids with it. She leaps and pounces and gets her Jungle Kitty on. That’s the other great thing about animals – they’re super happy with any gift you give them! You’ll never see your dog asking for the gift receipt or your cat complaining about the color of her catnip. (Okay, cats are weird. Maybe they do complain. Who knows what they’re thinking?)
But I do know this: They tell me everything is going to be okay.
Do you have a pet or a favorite pet memory/story? What nice thing did you do for an animal? Anyone else’s pet obsessed with watching them shower?
I love my kitty-boys. One always herds me to the bathroom first thing in the morning, after I wake up (even if I’ve already been to the bathroom, he’s only happy when he’s shown me my litter box). And he always comes to ‘tell’ me what he found in the garden (he goes out for an hour and then finds me at my desk, to start a long story of meows and mieuws). By now, I can even tell when it started raining from his ‘complaints’.
The other one is secretly a dog, always underfoot and comes when I call him. He loves to play fetch, and play on the stairs (even though he has no coordination and has fallen quite a few times, counting on me to catch him).
I’m always in awe of the trust these animals have in me (and I now qualify as crazy catlady)
Haha – cats with no coordination always crack me up. Luna is ridiculously clumsy but it’s so cute.
I remember one time when I was very sad, I told no one and nobody knew, accept the cat and the dog who came to comfort me, and I was really comforted. We humans make a way to big deal out of that: what do I say, what can I do. Those animals didn’t say anything and they didn’t really do anything either, but they did make me feel better.
“They’re innocent and forgiving and will love you unconditionally for no good reason at all other than that they find you utterly loveable”
That is so true, I love animals, they are amazing.
Yesterday I visited my parents and my mother was gone to walk the dog, so I walked their route in reverse, and Noor (the dog) was so happy when she saw me, she even ignored another dog to greet me, with great enthusiasm and jumping and wagging her tail, it was endearing.
I’m glad you have Luna back, For a moment there I was scared she was gone forever.
I’m glad she’s back too! Love that your kitty and doggy comforted you:)
I too have had a number of pets in my life, the regular cats, dogs, guinea pigs and fish but also my 4-H calves (Valentine and Diamond).
It is hard to pick a favourite but my little calico cat Nutmeg tops the list. When I had a hysterectomy she did not leave my side the entire time I was home recovering. If I was laying down she snuggled in next to me, purring softly the entire time and if I moved she was right beside me (but never underfoot), if I was tearful she snuggled in even tighter and purred even louder. She was even quite insistent on accompanying me to the bathroom.
Aw I love this story!! Nutmeg is such a sweet little nurse:)
What is it about cats and bathrooms? My tuxedo cat is more like a dog, as he will come when called and follows me everywhere – especially to the toilet , where he sits watching me then follows me back downstairs.
Longtime reader but first -time commenter from the UK – I guess it takes an animal to do that!
Animals will make us do all kinds of crazy things;) And growing up our dog thought he was a cat since our oldest kitty raised him from a puppy. He used to lay on top of the couch in the sun with her – it was hilarious.
My cat children don’t peep at me when I shower, though Olive does like to get into the wet shower stall and drink drain water. Cats are strange.
My family has always loved animals. Currently there are six cats in the extended family, and all will get christmas gifts and be spoiled rotten (year round). Joining this crazy family is like winning the cat lottery. Yeah, we’re a pack of weirdos but we do right by our pets. Heck, my mother even put her furniture back the way it was (after re-arranging it) because, “Rhoda didn’t like it.”
I’m so glad Luna is back with our clan.
YOUR clan.
Oh, it looks like I was trying to poach your kitty.
(I’m crazy but not cat stealing crazy. . .yet)
ROFL. It sounds like Luna would be pretty darn happy with your clan! Right now all she’s got are 4 kids who love her a little too much sometimes…
I don’t think Luna is peeping. Considering how much water freaks her out, I’ll bet she is standing guard to make sure nothing bad happens to you while you are subjecting yourself to the evil stuff. I’ll bet she wonders what is WRONG with you that you still do that every day. LOL. I did a kindness for my horse today. I QUIT putting medicine in his eye. He’s been getting salve in his eye 3 times a day for 3 weeks and today was the LAST DAY! We are all thrilled. (Imagine putting stuff in your kid’s eye, and then grow your kid to 1000 pounds with a head made out of rock and you are close …)
Hahah I like your explanation way better!! And I can’t imagine giving eye drops to a horse. You’re a tough woman!
My cats are like my children. I love them so much. Their names are Christmas and Jelly. About two months ago, we had to put our oldest cat, Basic, to sleep because she had a tumor that was causing her a lot of pain. It was the saddest thing I ever had to go through because she was such a good little girl and I loved her so much. We are lucky to have our other two cats to spoil. I love their unconditional love. And this may sound creepy, but when Christmas looks me in the eye, I feel like we CONNECT.
I’m so so sorry for the loss of Basic! And your connection with Christmas sounds beautiful, not creepy at all:)
Funny timing…I read this post yesterday morning, thought lovingly of all my pets, both past and present, and then went on with my day. Last night as I took my pup, Toby, for his evening walk, we found a huge St. Bernard mix standing in the street. Poor thing wasn’t sure what to do, but did come up to me after a bit and allowed me to grab his collar and walk him into our back yard. He was huge, but a gentle giant. And thank goodness he had a Home Again tag on his collar and I was able to have his owner contacted and then ran him the 3/4 of a mile home….his walk was my trot, that’s how big he was. When I popped in to your site this morning it made me smile, because I guess my “give a gift to an animal” yesterday was returning that gentle giant Tank … yup, and a very appropriate name, don’t you think…to his home. 🙂
Aw I love it Renee! What a sweet thing to do for Tank and his family!
Back before we had our first son, my husband and I adopted a Dalmatian. She was deaf, had been beaten and starved to death and the white parts of her were pee stained yellow but there was something about her that spoke to us that day we visited the pound. We trained her using sign language hand signals and she ended up being super intuitive and half the time she knew what I wanted her to do before I even had to give her the signal. That dog followed me everywhere and was my canine soul mate. Once, when I was going through a rough time, I was in the kitchen with my kids and all of the sudden the weight of everything going on caught up to me and I felt some ugly, sobbing crying coming on. Not wanting to upset my kids, I ran upstairs and shut myself in the toilet room in our master bathroom. Polka Dot, followed me as usual and typically when I was in the bathroom she would sit outside the door and wait. On this day, while I was in there ugly crying, crying that she, being deaf, couldn’t hear, she started scratching at the door and barking. I finally opened the door and she came to where I was sitting on the floor, sat down next to me and leaned her full weight against me as if to say, whatever it is, I am here. I don’t know how she knew something was different that day but like I said, she was amazingly intuitive and could read me and my body language better than a lot of humans. She died, at 12 years old, 3 years ago and I still feel like a piece of my heart is missing. Loved that spotty girl.
This brought me to tears! What a sweetheart. I’m sure she is still watching over you from doggy heaven.
“still feel like a piece of my heart is missing” is exactly how I feel about my pup who passed away very unexpectedly 3 years ago. I miss her all the time.
Aww! I love this story so much! I love your spotty girl now too – thank you so much for sharing this with me! I’m so so sorry for your loss:(
One of my favorite cat stories is when we had a visitor that was a bit on the annoying side (adult male) and was sitting by our sleeping cat. He asked our cat what he thought about something and the look he received was along the lines of ‘you dare disturb me with a question like that’ and then the cat stood up and laid back down facing away. Man, he had attitude, but was also king cat of the neighborhood. We had him for 15 years, so it was hard when he had to be put down.
Buwhahah! I can so totally imagine this! Love it.
Whenever someone says cats aren’t affectionate I just scratch my head. They may not jump all over you every time you walk through the door, but they are so loving! We had 2 cats when I was growing up, and they couldn’t have been sweeter. And whenever I was upset, they sat next to me, making sure part of them was touching part of me. 🙂
These days we have a dog. Hubby is allergic to cats, sadly. And I LOVE all the pups we’ve had! But every once in a while I need a kitty cuddle. Luckily there are many friendly neighborhood cats willing to put up with me.
Loving on other people’s pets/strays is just as good I think!
Oh god, where do I even start?! I grew up with such a zoo that it only seemed natural to adopt a kitty in college. My tortoise shell girl has been with me ever since, through the EDs and 5 moves and everything else. When my husband and I moved in together we adopted a tuxedo cat that my husband calls his son. He’s already warned me not to expect him to love any human child as much as he loves this cat 🙂 Our tuxedo has so much personality and loves to purr and lick everyone. We’d love to adopt more cats and my husband desperately wants a dog but I’m making him hold off until we own a house.
We did the move, via car, from CA to NC with both our cats. I will never EVER do that again. Uggggh. Our tuxedo was fine after a couple hours, he just slept for 5 days. The tortie though? She meowed, literally without stopping, for 5 straight days. When we left her in hotel rooms we could hear her meowing from down the hall. We too tried the kitty tranquilizers. It caused the tuxedo to make weird clicking noises and the tortie still meowed, just sleepier and even more freaked out sounding. We gave that up after 1 day. We too had a morning where she was no where to be found in a hotel room. We eventually found her between the box spring and the wall, under the headboard. Our tuxedo isn’t as smart. He hid under the comforter but his tail stuck out.
One time in CA my tortie snuck outside and escaped. We couldn’t catch her and I was heartbroken. We eventually figured out that she was living under the house for 3 days. My husband had to crawl under there and chase her out. She lost all kinds of weight and she doesn’t share anymore interest in the outside world either!
My all time favorite story was one time when I was living with a friend her boyfriend and my future husband were both over. They were sitting on the couch and my tortie was on the back of the sofa behind them. My husband kept touching her tail and she was getting more and more annoyed. Finally she screech yowled, dove, and attacked my friend’s boyfriend’s head before running off. He was so startled, lol.
We have delicious catnip treats for our kitties this year, although they definitely don’t need anymore toys. They’ll get them when we exchange gifts this week. They also always get wet food as a special treat for holidays and their birthdays. They’re so spoiled 🙂
That trip sounds like a nightmare! Glad you all made it intact and together! Too funny about your tuxedo not being the smartest… ours is not either, lol!
My cats are strange in that they behave more like dogs than cats. They greet visitors at the door, “speak” constantly, love playing in water, love having their bellies rubbed, etc. One of my cats is on maintenance meds and he takes his pill like a champ every morning without trying to kill me…maybe it’s because he gets a treat afterward, though.
Having had four dogs, a zillion cats (a plethora of barn cats and six indoor), five horses, and two bunnies during my life, I can say that animals are beyond awesome. I can’t imagine a life without them! They’re just such a blessing.
Oh, and both my current and past tuxedo cats LOVED watching showering. One of them even used to hide between the clothes in my closet and spy on me. I swear he was a creepy old man in another lifetime. I miss that old guy!
“I swear he was a creepy old man in another lifetime” buwhahahah! Your pets sound awesome!
An old roommate of mine had this awesome cat named Cracker – she was a rescue so has severe abandonment issues as well as just being a spaz. And she is in complete love with my old roommate. She could pick Cracker and hold her upside down above her head and cracker would purr like crazy… anyway one time while my roommate was out of town, Cracker was bit clingy to me. I was laying on my stomach in my room reading and she plopped down smack in the center of my back. After a while I needed to shift and I didn’t want to just knock her off so I slowly rolled over. Cracker side stepped through my entire roll and settled right back down on my stomach. It was adorable! Definitely an excuse to not get out of bed so I just kept on reading!
*has not had – Cracker is still going strong. Although since my roommate moved in with her boyfriend I think that Cracker feels I abandoned her a bit since she kind of ignores me when I visit! 🙁
Aw any kitty who can do barrel walking is tops on my list!
My cat does get upset about the showering and baths. He thinks I’m committing suicide. I’m certain of it. I like that my cat and I have a beginning of the day and end of the day routine. We both have to have a look together at his bowl and his kitty litter just so that he knows and I know exactly what the situation is. He will not make a fuss if I leave the house with his bowl empty. I guess he knows I am on my way to the store to fix the problem if its empty.
I kind of want to see this whole “looking together” thing in action now – sounds adorable!!
I’ve always had animals until my 4year old was born with severe allergies. We kept our beloved doggy until she passed away when my son was one and a half but haven’t had any pets since. It’s the first time in my thirty-odd years I haven’t had a pet. I miss it. My funniest pet story involved our dogs Guinness and Buddy. We were on a walk and Buddy just stopped, laid down and decided to rest. Guinness, being part Border Collie, was rarin’ to go so she was ‘encouraging’ Buddy to get going by being annoying. He waited until she stepped over him, back legs on one side of his back, front legs on the other side, and then stood up and started walking. Guinness was like a ship run aground. She was shorter than him by about 4 inches so only one set of legs could touch at a time. She see sawed across his back for two blocks, first her back feet trying to touch ground, then she’d rock forward a bit so her front paws would sort of touch. I normally would’ve stopped to get them righted, but it was so funny I couldn’t help because I was howling with laughter. We walked past a house with a steep-ish hill that ran down to the sidewalk and that’s where Guinness figured it out. She planted her back feet on the sidewalk, planted her front feet on the hill and let Buddy walk right out from under her. That made me howl even more. Best coupla’ dogs a gal could have. We often said Guinness was the brains and Buddy was the brawn. They were a handful, but, like kids, you love them more for it.
That is the best visual ever!!! I don’t know that I would have been able to keep walking with them I’d be laughing so hard! (Because when I laugh hard it makes me pee a little so then I squat to make myself not pee my pants which means I can’t walk which makes my friends laugh at me which makes me laugh even harder… TMI??)
My favorite is biased! It’s about how a 4 month old little very feral black calico found my house in a 250 acre neighborhood of well over 100 homes and found me, someone who never had a cat, nor wanted one. But I was her first person, and she my first cat and now we are bonded.
She’s sitting behind me on the chair as I type this 🙂
I think I will have to finish reading this later… I need to know how it ends but since my cat got horribly sick this past weekend and I had to put her down, the “I love her because…” and the “I don’t want another cat, I want…” are not helping me today 🙁 Ugh. Why do these furry creatures steal your hear so much?
I loved reading about your kitty! My sweet BC turned 16 in Sept, & had been wonderfully healthy until this past July. On the same day we realized that he was blind & deaf. Looking back, we realized that it had been coming, but one weekend it came to a head. Fortunately, he has adjusted really well. We also have his sister, whom I love, but I must say, there is something awfully special about this little guy. This cat has been a life-saver for me. I could say more, but I don’t want to bore you. Suffice it to say, our pets are our family members, & I feel they bring out the best in us.
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