Howdy. My identify is Christopher Bays. I’m a author and editor with a Russian Blue named Olga, and each week, I’ll present a brand new account of my experiences with my favourite four-legged freak. In 2015, my Siamese cat handed away after 19 years, and I hesitated to get a brand new pet. After dwelling in a quiet home for six months, I lastly determined to search for one other roommate.
My Life With Olga
I went to PetSmart to take a look at the adoption space arrange for the Humane Society. It’s a small room with plexiglass partitions, and after I visited, it had 10 cats, and most have been kittens. All of the cats, besides one, have been working round and play combating. An older calico cat gave the impression to be the instigator, and he hit a grey kitten who wasn’t taking part to persuade her to hitch within the enjoyable.
She responded by smacking him within the face and curling again right into a ball to fall asleep. At that second, I fell in love with the cranky Russian Blue kitten. After finishing the adoption paperwork, I purchased a brand new service, posed for photos with my new pet (the Humane Society volunteers requested them), and headed house.
It was July, and a summer season storm, full with heavy rain and lightning, didn’t appear to part Olga. Not like my Siamese cat, she didn’t make a sound within the service on the way in which house. Actually, she didn’t meow for a number of days, however typically, she seemed like she was making an attempt to. She opened her mouth to cry, however no sound got here out.
Initially, I used to be apprehensive she couldn’t converse, however she didn’t keep silent for lengthy. Sooner or later, after I tried to choose her up and carry her into the lounge, she whined, curled right into a ball, and bit my hand. She wasn’t a cuddly cat that began purring as quickly as I touched her like my Siamese, and it took a number of weeks (or presumably longer) for her to get comfy with being dealt with and picked up.
When Olga was a kitten, I believed a number of the on-line articles I learn concerning the aloof nature of Russian Blues, however as time handed, I formulated one other opinion. Though she has few similarities to Fripp, my Siamese cat, she is extremely affectionate and spends a lot of the day within the workplace with me whereas I’m working.
Nevertheless, Olga wants her “alone time,” and on daily basis after she eats breakfast, she wanders into the spare bed room to meditate. After a couple of hours, she comes into my workplace and grunts, signaling she needs to be picked up. If I ignore her, she jumps in my lap or runs to the window by my desk to assault the blinds.
She doesn’t assault the blinds as typically as she used to, however as a younger cat, blind diving was one in all her favourite pastimes. Most cats, particularly earlier than their senior years, get bursts of power at odd occasions and run round the home like they’re possessed. When younger Olga bought possessed, she would cost the blinds of my French doorways at full velocity and leap into them.
