Life On The Other Side

My hubby and I like to “talk” for our cat. I know it sounds pretty weird but we can be pretty weird sometimes. Our cat was actually my cat that I’ve had for the last 8 or so years. She’s a medium haired tortie (tortoise colored) that was found wandering around and I took in. While she can be pretty curmudgeon at times, she is really sweet and loving. Not knowing what to name her, I asked some people that I had worked with at the time for some suggestions and one of them suggested “Mocha.” After several days, I officially called her “Mocha.”

While she’s not the most friendliest cat in the world, she is loving and sweet in her own way. When the hubby and I first met, I was skeptical at how Mocha would react toward him. I’m not sure if it’s intuition but I suspect that she knew if she didn’t like him, it would have to be a choice between him or her. I’m glad I didn’t have to make the decision either way but I also think she was intuitive to know he was and is a great guy. She’s grown to love him even more than she loves me at times I think. But I think it’s because she’s a girl and it seems that girl cats always like men better while boy cats seem to like women better.

So, yeah, we talk for Mocha. A typical conversation might go like this:

Me (talking to Mocha): Are you excited about the baby?
Hubby (talking for Mocha): What’s a baby?
Me: A baby is a little person.
Mocha: I’m a little person. I thought I was the baby?
Me: You are our baby but now you’ll have to be the big sister.
Mocha: I don’t want to be the big sister. I’m the baby.

I know it might sound a bit weird but Mocha is part of our family; she’s our little girl. Like most pet-loving people, our pets are our family. I sometimes wonder what she would actually say if she could articulate her meows into human words. I’m sure she thinks we’re crazy and insane at times but, still, it wouldn’t be our family without her.