I am now a cat person. I was a dog person through and through for the first 25 years of my life, and then I moved in with Milla, and now I’m a cat person. But it wasn’t love at first sight.
Milla is an old lady. She roams the neighborhood during the day and all three stories of this house at night, she’s seen many people come and rent rooms for a while, she isn’t to be messed with. Like any cat, she does whatever she wants. She’s not a cuddler, she’s not playful or really all that curious, and she doesn’t listen when you call her. She’s not a people cat. (Is that a thing that exists? Is she not a people cat the way I didn’t used to be a cat person?)
One day I came home from work, and I found her curled up in my bed, but she left the minute she saw me. Another day, she let me sit next to her and pet her for a while. And then, a few weeks later, she actually knocked, scratching my white wooden door, until I let her in. She started hanging out with me while I was on my bed working away on my laptop. Five minutes of petting were fine with her – then she moved to the other end of the bed and went to sleep.
When her owner, my landlady, was gone for a whole weekend a couple weeks ago, Milla and I tried to co-sleep the way she normally does with my landlady. I had been making sure she has food and water and that she gets to go outside (all of which I’m not usually in charge of) and so I think we both got a little daring and tried to co-sleep the way Milla does with my landlady. It wasn’t a success, I’m sad to tell you. Neither of us could sleep so Milla eventually left and slept downstairs, by herself. I don’t think we’re quite there yet.
But she always greets me now when I come walking up the street from the bus stop after work, and leads the way to the front door. She often curls up beside me, taps her little paw on my arm to ask for belly rubs, purs when I massage that spot between her ears and generally tolerates my existence. Which, from a cat, feels like a big declaration of love, to be honest.
So now I am a cat person. Milla has won me over. Check out my Instagram feed for an excessive amount of pictures of her, and be prepared to read more about her here.