How My Cat Taught Me Unconditional Love

Imagine: It's the first snowstorm of a Northernvacuumed up the spilled dirt.
Ontario winter. A young boy is walking home fromThe roots of the plant had dried a little, so I took
school when he notices a tiny kitten strugglingout the plastic jug I kept under the sink for watering
through the snow towards him. It is obviously lost.my plants. As I picked it up, the handle completely
This scene took place in 1996. The young boy wasbroke off and the jug full of water fell to the floor. I
my nephew.was left holding just the handle!
He couldn't ignore the shivering kitten so he took herI hurriedly mopped the floor, watered the plant, and
home, even though his father is highly allergic to cats.prepared for work as I was now running quite late...
A makeshift home was prepared in the downstairsand more than a little annoyed.
powder room as far away from my brother-in-law asI had an appointment that evening after work, so I
possible. Inquiries were made in the neighbourhood torushed home to take Teddy for a quick walk. As I
see if anyone knew where the kitten came from,unlocked the door, a strange noise met my ears. I
but nobody claimed her.lived alone, so this was a little perturbing. At first I
The following day, my sister phoned me and asked ifcouldn't make out what it was, but as I opened the
I would like a kitten or if I knew someone whodoor I recognized it as the vacuum cleaner!
would take it. Her husband was having difficultyI cautiously went into the living room where I had
breathing so she was getting desperate. Although Ileft the vacuum that morning (I hadn't had time to
wanted to help, I had no desire for another pet as Iput it away). It was one of those canister styles
already had a big Russian Blue cat named Nikademouswith a switch at one end and I guess Sufi must have
and a Terri-poo dog called Teddy. I told her the bestjumped on it and started the motor.
I could do was pick up the kitten and try to find aI have no idea how long it had been running or how
new home for her.long Teddy had been huddled in the corner under a
You can probably guess what happened. As soon astable with a definite 'bad dog' expression on his face.
I set eyes on her I fell in love. She came home withThe vacuum had always scared him, and
me in a cardboard box and was named Sufi as I hadunfortunately I'd left it near his basket. That wouldn't
recently organized a Sufi gathering. She was anormally be a problem for him, but when Sufi turned
longhaired tabby with a definite attitude who didn'ton the motor, I guess Teddy must have been so
take long to set herself up as 'queen' of thestartled he peed his bed in fright!
household and, despite her small size, terrorized NikaSufi went on being Sufi and causing chaos in the
and Teddy.home for a long time, continuing to play with the
Nika soon resorted to living in the basement as hetoilet roll and my plants, and to break my ornaments.
never knew what the little fur-ball would do next...She eventually learned better behaviour, but has
neither did I. I began to dread coming downstairs inremained the 'queen.'
the morning and coming home from work. IWhy did I put up with all this you might ask! Well,
encountered one disaster after another.Sufi had one endearing quality. From the first day I
Things often went bump in the night and I would findbrought her home, she loved to curl up on my chest
plants lying on the floor, or lamps or ornamentsjust below my chin while I watched TV. A strange
toppled over. Sufi once sent her food bowl flyingthing happened when she did this: No matter what
from the windowsill where I had put it out ofchallenges I'd faced during the day or what she had
Teddy's reach. The bowl landed on his water dish,done to annoy me, my anger simply melted away! All
which broke into several pieces flooding the kitchenI could feel was unconditional love for the little fur-ball
floor.purring on my chest.
Whenever a visitor arrived, she leapt onto theirSufi taught me that when there is unconditional love,
shoulder from the back of a kitchen chair... much toeverything is forgiven.
their surprise! This became a serious problem whenAs of this writing, Sufi is 12 years old. She remains
she got bigger as she'd dig in her claws until she got'queen' of the household, sleeps at the foot of my
a really good grip!bed, and 'catches' socks and undergarments since
Plants were her favourite playthings... except forshe has been confined to living indoors and can no
Teddy's tail, which he often wagged temptingly inlonger chase squirrels and birds. She has a unique way
front of her. She delighted in batting at it from theof communicating her displeasure whenever she's left
couch when he came to me to be petted. Her tinyalone for too long, even though I acquired Sassy as
claws got caught in it sometimes and because shea companion for her a few years ago. (Nika wouldn't
was so small, he'd end up waving her around!put up with her and gratefully joined another home
Another favourite pastime was playing with the toiletwhen I moved across Canada a few years ago.)
roll. If the end was left dangling, she jumped up,But... she also continues to give and receive
caught her little claws in the paper, and ran aroundunconditional love. Whenever anyone is upset, she
until the whole roll was unraveled!seems to sense it and insists on giving them kitty
One other memory is forever etched in my mind. Ikisses on any part of their anatomy she can access,
came downstairs one morning to find one of mythen she curls up on the person's lap. It doesn't
favourite plants lying on the floor. Not so unusual! Imatter whether it's me, my daughter, or a visitor -
was getting pretty proficient at cleaning up aftershe treats them all the same way - unconditionally!
Sufi, so I popped the plant back in the pot and