Cats are Unique Creatures
One Christmas in the 1990s, my sister got my mom a Main Coon cat kitten for Christmas. My mother was always a cat person. My sister’s always had cats for pets when they were growing up. My mother didn’t know what to call this cat. My brother-in-law’s father was there at the time as we were having a Christmas party. He took one look at the cat and said,” How about calling her Holly?” This is how Holly the cat came into our lives. This story is about this unique cat that was a special part of my life growing up.
Holly and the Early Days
When Holly was a small kitten, she loved the trees. There were plenty of tall trees in the neighbor’s backyard and she would climb up to the very top of them. We could look out the window and see the top of the trees swaying back and forth. That was Holly just hanging out in the tree. Thankfully, she never got stuck in any of these trees and managed to find her way down. Holly also enjoyed chasing various bugs in the yard. Like a lot of cats, she enjoyed eating grass because it helps to clear out their hairballs. Of course, my mom wasn’t impressed when Holly would barf on the carpet. Cats will be cats. They must keep their coats as clean as possible, and this means that barfing is a part of this.
One winter as Holly was growing up. We had an incredibly bad snowstorm. There were what you saw probably two to three feet of snow outside. Holly wants to go outside to use the bathroom. We did have a litter box for her, but she often preferred to go outside. On this particular day, she managed to get outside and into the snow. This was a unique experience for holidays because she had never been in snow before. She tried walking in the snow but this proved to be difficult. instead, Holly would jump up into the snow and back down into the snow. She would jump up and back down. She did this many times. it was quite funny watching her play you must know but we knew that she was having a great time. Holly then came into the house, and she was covered in snowballs under her fur. My mother wasn’t impressed with the long trails of water that Holly was leaving across the carpet. we managed to catch her and get all the snow off of her. That was one winter that I won’t forget.
Holly and Her Meow
Most cats have a very distinctive meow. We are all used to this sound coming from cats to let us know what they want. Holly had a very distinct meow because she really didn’t have much of a meow at all. When she wanted something, she let out more than a meh type of sound. It was very soft and not very loud. She would often just open her mouth and make this meh sound whenever she wanted something. The cat next door sounded like a freight train, but not Holly, she was just kind of meh about the whole thing.
Holly and Water
We all have water bowls and food bowls for our beloved pets. Holly did eat out of her food bowl but never out of a water bowl. You could put as many water bowls as you wanted, but she never drank out of one. She preferred to drink out of the sink. She would hop up onto the counter and wait by the sink until you cleared it. She would then get into the side tub and wait until you turn on the water so that she could get her drink. She would wait there very patiently until you did this. She was not very impressed if she did not get her drink of water in this way.
When Holly got older and a little fatter, she had problems getting up onto the countertop. We would pick her up so that she could get into the sink and get her water. This is the only way that she would take water. No matter what you did or what you said to her, it didn’t matter. Please take me to the sink so I can have a drink. Sometimes, she would hop into the tub and wait until you put down the stopper. She would sit there and drink the water and then watch the water going to the drain after she has had her drink and you had pulled the stopper out. Outside tap drinks from the hose or sprinkler were also common. Bowls were for commoners.
Holly and My Door
Whenever I was in my room, Holly would come up to my door and make scratch it lightly. if I didn’t open the door, the scratching would get a lot louder. If I still didn’t open the door, she would take her body and bang it against the door. She would continue this process of scratching and banging until I open the door. “You must let me in, and I want to sleep on your bed.”
In my room, I had a stereo system and a bookcase which had some room behind it. Holly would often jump over my nightstand and get behind my stereo system. I have no idea why she did this. I think she was just having fun with me. I would look back behind my stereo system, and out would come a little meh.
Holly and the Roof
During the nighttime hours, Holly would often go outside so she could play around. On our deck, she would jump up onto the railing and then onto the roof. She would sit on the roof for many hours just looking out. You can ask her if she was going to come inside and she would just look at you and say meh. Once you turned off the lights and went away from the patio doors, she would quickly come down and start to scratch at the door. it was time to come in because she would be through playing games with you.
Holly and Birds
Holly had a habit of chasing birds. She would chase them for many hours. She would sit in the grass and wait for one to land. I could tell she was stalking them. This was hard work for a cat. On one occasion, she did manage to catch one. She was quite impressed with herself and decided to bring this poor bird into the house. The bird got away from her and started to fly around inside the house. There were feathers everywhere, and eventually, the bird landed. We tried our best to help the bird, but it was pretty much beyond hope. This bird, unfortunately, died. Thankfully, Holly did grow out of this habit and as she got older, bird chasing became less common. Brid watching was still a thing, but bird catching was, meh.
Holly and Laps
Holly knew when you were not feeling well. Whenever I was sick, she would often come and sit on my lap. She spent a lot of time sitting on my dad’s lap after he had his heart attack. She was his constant companion during this difficult time in his life. Holly was a good companion. She seemed to prefer my father more than my mother for some strange reason. Perhaps it was the salmon he would often buy her.
Holly and Boxes
One of Holly’s favorite pastimes was jumping into boxes. It didn’t matter what size the box; she was going to find a way to get into it. this was great fun over Christmas because Holly would spend all of her time and boxes as we opened our gifts. She would get into the box and her tail would be sticking out the top. She might tip the box over and push it across the floor. No boxes were safe when she was around.
Pets Bring Fond Memories
My life would have been a lot different without Holly. She was a cool, hip, and happening cat. She lived to be almost 18 years old. She is one of my fondest memories and always will be. It was very difficult taking her to the vet when she became too sick. She got skinny, wouldn’t eat, and we all knew that it was time. It’s a difficult memory to relive while writing this article. We didn’t want to put her down, but there was nothing we could do.
I know Holly is out there, someone playing with boxes, chasing birds, and getting drinks from sinks. She’s sitting on the ledge somewhere looking out. She is still a cool, hip, and happening cat.