My first fetching cat was an `accidental' pet. Since then, I find that cats make far more interesting pets than dogs. It was a cold and rainy night when I picked up a grey and white stray cat along the street. It was for a friend of mine who had always wanted a cat.
However, as it turned out, her parents would not let her keep the cat. It was dumped at my house for keeps. I thought of letting it go, but I realised that it was rather cruel of me to first take it away from its mother and release it when no one wanted it. So I decided to look after it. The first few weeks were surprisingly easy. I had it toilet trained within two days. Within a week, it knew which parts of the house it was permitted.
I was ecstatic after a month when I realised that it had actually grown from its initial
scrawny state. Its eyes became a brilliant bright blue and they sparkled under the sunlight when we played. Cats do not play in the same manner as dogs. But while my cat does not fetch balls or sticks, I enjoy wrestling gently with it on the grass.
I look after it by shampooing its thick fur once a week, then gently brushing out the knotted areas on its body. I clip its nails so that it will not hurt itself when it scratches and generally, make sure that it's in good health. I also bring it to the vet at the first signs of an illness.