Well folks, I have to say, “Never Say Never” again…….

If you recall, in a past blog https://jimcurrymusic.com/never-say-never/    I said I would never own an electric vehicle…but lo and behold, I am now the owner of that very thing. 

Here we are in 2026, and I have another “Never Say Never” confession to make….and it’s a BIG one, and here it is:  I kinda, sorta, think cats are okay, and I might go so far as to say I almost like them.

Whew! I’m glad to get that off my chest!  I have a long and jaded history as far as cats go, starting as a young child who was told to beware my Aunt’s cat, who would hide and hiss at me from under the furniture.  I didn’t see the purpose of having a cat, since I never witnessed affection or appreciation coming from a cat…just claws and teeth.  My childhood distain was further enforced as a teenager working at an animal hospital.  I quickly learned to dread the sound of a howling, growling cat waiting for me to reach my arms inside the attack zone.

Now, as a senior citizen and a confirmed “dog person”, my total dislike for cats extends to the neighbor’s cats, who use my beautiful garden for a toilet, hunt for birds and eat my lizards.  All I need is a dog to keep the cats away, but alas…I travel too much to provide an adequate home for a dog, so our dog-free backyard is cat Heaven.

One cat liked our yard so much that she left a kitten there and didn’t come back.  Jim and I waited nervously for a couple of days while the kitten cried for mom. It looked like it was old enough to wean, so maybe mom-cat was coming back at night, we didn’t know, so we weighed the kitten and put it back where mom left it, then, when we realized it was losing weight and we took it inside. 

I was going to take the kitten to our city animal shelter.  I did NOT want a cat, and (as previously stated) I wasn’t home enough to have a pet of any kind, but FIRST, I decided to make sure the kitten was weaned, litterbox trained, friendly and had the best chance of getting adopted.  I had 2 weeks to achieve this goal before leaving for our next job in Kentucky, and I got some expert advice (thanks Jennifer and Brian!)  In the meantime, I posted to my Facebook friends, in the very remote chance that someone was thinking about getting a cat, and if they did, the kitten could bypass the whole shelter experience.

Edit: Hey! I just had to edit and add this after posting: Special thanks to my friend Valerie who got me through an issue that required veterinarian advice – you were so generous and kind to help me, then I promptly forget to put you in the post! SHAME ON ME!!

I’m happy to report that Bobbi, my good friend in Arkansas, wanted the kitten and she lives right on the way to Kentucky – so Jim and I dropped the kitten off on the way. Now the kitten has road experience, a clean bill of health from Bobbi’s vet, a 10 year old cat named Valentino for a friend, and a good and loving home.  His name is Cali, and his eyes are turning green.

So…..Another episode of “Never say Never” has come to an end. This confirmed dog-person has softened up her feelings for kittens, and maybe that will lead to a better tolerance for cats and MAYBE someday a pet cat in the future.  I miss Cali, but I’m SURE he got a better deal with Bobbi. Cali and I both got lucky when Bobbi decided she had room in her heart for one more…..

P.S. The week after Cali went to Kentucky – our city shelter took in 300 kittens, after a hoarding situation was discovered.  I can’t get over how very lucky it was that Cali wasn’t one of 300 + kittens waiting for a home!