My cat changed my life in the most wonderful of ways.
I have absolutely no shame in admitting that I was born a crazy cat girl and, I’ve grown into an even crazier cat lady. I love everything about cats.
In my adolescent years, when other teenagers wallpapered their walls with posters of boy bands, I wallpapered my walls with posters of cats.
I grew up with the love of 3 beautiful cats in my life and, of course, I have to mention them in this post, Barney (RIP), Cilla (RIP) and Simba.
It was in July 2011 that hubs and I adopted our beautiful cat, Ruby, from the Animal Protection Society of WA.
I contacted APSWA in the week leading up to Ruby’s adoption weekend to enquire about a torti cat I’d seen on their website. I was advised that she’d already been rehomed, however, her sister Mira, also a torti, was still in their care, patiently awaiting her forever home. I didn’t need to know anymore, I just said “we’ll be there first thing Saturday to meet Mira”. It was a date.
It goes without saying that we arrived at ASPWA at 10am, when it opened, on the dot and, I will admit, I hotfooted it out of hubs’ ute to make sure I was in front of another couple who looked like they were there to adopt also.
We were led to the cat adoption section and greeted by an army of beautiful felines, purring and rubbing around our ankles, some even scrambling up us, it was overwhelming but, I was focused on meeting Mira and it didn’t take long to spot her, snuggled up on a chair, mostly oblivious to our presence and looking resigned, as if she’d accepted that she would live out her days there.
I remember her looking quite surprised when we approached her, it was as if she were used to being overlooked, not anymore my beautiful little girl, our lives are about to change in the most wonderful of ways.
It was love at first sight, we spent a little time with her, hubs and I exchanged “yep, she’s the one” nods, we proceeded to complete the adoption paperwork and we were on our way with a fur baby who would inspire beautiful changes in us, and in the way we chose to live our lives.
Hubs and I spent much of the drive home debating Mira’s name change, Dolly, Milo and Vegemite were all in the mix but, the only name that felt right was Ruby and, Ruby seemed to give it the paws up, relaxing in her carrier and giving me some approving head butts as I gently stroked her. Nowadays, as our family and friends well know, Ruby has a lot of nicknames, including but not limited to, Rubes, Ruby Booby, Booby Girl, Rubemeister and Rubix.
Ruby was 10 months old when we adopted her and, unfortunately, we don’t know a great deal about her life before she was rescued by APSWA. The only thing we know for sure is that she was rescued from a hoarding situation. Ruby was a timid little soul when she first joined our family but, I feel like she had love in her little heart for us from the moment we met her.
Ruby inspired me to want to do more for animals so, shortly after adopting her, I began volunteering for a well-known animal rescue organisation (note: they’ll remain nameless for the purposes of this post as, due to their stance of euthanising the animals in their care, I no longer support them). I spent almost every Saturday, for the next 3 years, volunteering in their cattery and I made many fur friends. I especially enjoyed spending time with unsocialised cats, the hours I’d spend sitting quietly, letting them choose if/when to approach me, were so worthwhile when I finally gained their trust and they’d start purring and sit with me and show me their “happy feet”.
I can’t pinpoint the exact date but, it was during one of my Saturday’s volunteering in the cattery, that I began to pick apart my love for animals. I thought “I love animals”, then I thought “hmm, can I really say I love animals when I eat animals”, then I thought “why am I eating animals”, then I thought “why did I ever think it was okay to eat animals” and so, my internal debate began.
It was that “light bulb moment” that led me to veganism and so, I credit my connection to Ruby. I know a lot of people would probably ridicule me and say “she’s just a cat” but, she’s not just a cat, far from it in fact, she’s my best friend and, she ignited something in my heart that led to me, and hubs, making massive changes in our lives and, for that, I will always be so thankful.
I love my little sausage bum (oops, there’s another of her nicknames) more than I can ever put into words and I will always thank Rubes for the happiness she fills my heart with every single day.
That’s how my cat changed my life in the most wonderful of ways.