Originally this site belonged to a cat club in the United Kingdom called South Western Counties Cat Club. The dropped the domain a while back though they are still in existence and carry on with their mandate through the current website http://www.southwesterncountiescatclub.co.uk.
The cat club was officially formed way back in 1931 and is affiliated to the Governing Council of the Cat Fancy. The club hosts cat shows each year and if you love cats, then attending the show could be a fete for you.
Being a cat lover who owns several cats, I decided to revive this site so that I can share some of my experiences about cats. I will also be publishing stories from other cat owners and hope that the lessons you learn from them will not only be education, but inspiring too.
Currently, I have published some stories that we shared and I look forward to be adding more interesting stories in the future. You can access the stories by clicking through the various categories below.
It all began quite innocently. I had just finished my time at university and was sharing an apartment with Karen, who was one of my good friends from school. She asked me if it would be alright to bring home a cat. I didn’t have any pet allergies and she promised that she would take care of all cat-related chores, so I did not object. Cinnamon joined our little apartment family the following week.
Cinnamon was – and still is – a very sweet cat, which is why I warmed up to her so quickly. I had never considered myself to be a “cat person,” so I was pleasantly surprised when we became such good friends. About one year later, Karen became engaged to her boyfriend Dave. They had planned on taking Cinnamon with them when they moved into their new home, but what we all thought were Dave’s minor cat allergies turned out to be much more serious. Karen asked me if I would take care of Cinnamon. I felt guilty about taking such a nice cat from them, but I was also glad to have the company after Karen moved out.
My career began to take off and I found myself working longer hours. I thought it would be nice for Cinnamon to have feline company, so I visited the local Humane Society in search of a companion. I fell in love with a darling boy named Mr. Whiskers. The only trouble with Mr. Whiskers is that I could only adopt him if I adopted his sibling, too. Long story short, I was the proud owner of three cats: Cinnamon, Mr. Whiskers, and Almond Joy.
One night, as I was home relaxing with my three “babies,” I got a phone call from my Aunt Theresa. She was calling to inform me that she had been diagnosed with breast cancer. I was shocked. Aunt Theresa had always been a bit of a health nut, so it never occurred to me that she would become ill.
My dear Aunt Theresa passed away two years later. So much for thinking that healthy diets and plenty of exercise are iron-clad guarantees against horrible diseases like breast cancer. I somewhat reluctantly agreed to take in her cat, Badger, naively assuming that it would be just until a permanent home could be found. Badger was here to stay and I was officially a crazy cat lady.
I got the equally crazy idea that I should form a club for other crazy cat ladies (and men). It would be kind of like the South Western Counties Cat Club. I put the word out on my social media accounts and was overwhelmed by the response. Clearly I was not the only person in the world who was totally cat obsessed!
I didn’t think our little cat club would ever become worthy of commendation by the Governing Council of the Cat Fancy or anything like that – and it never did – but I also didn’t expect it to have over 200 feline club members! During the five years that our club existed, we had to change locations twice because we kept outgrowing them.
You may have noticed that I mentioned that our club existed for five years. In other words, our club eventually disbanded. I should have known that you can’t take 45 crazy cat ladies and a handful of crazy cat guys and expect things to run smoothly. We were all obsessed with our cats for slightly different reasons, but we all agreed that our cats were the best and deserving of special treatment. When others disagreed with that opinion, tempers flared and the fur flew!
Our club, which was probably never as well-organized as groups like the South Western Counties Cat Club, fell apart at the seams. There was back-stabbing, in-fighting, and verbal harassment among various members. In retrospect, it’s funny to think about all of us in our cat T-shirts and cat earrings taking ourselves so seriously. The Governing Council of the Cat Fancy would have shaken their heads at us in disgust.
After the club fell apart, a few new splinter groups formed. I never bothered joining a new club. I was content to spend my nights home with Cinnamon, Mr. Whiskers, Almond Joy, and Badger. They’re costing me a small fortune with their special diets and all, but they’re well worth the trouble and expense. They’re my family, after all.