deltas wrote:still on the topic of star, but not as bad, i really want another cat. my two cats right now aren't very cuddly cats, and my cat star was extremely cuddly and loved me with her whole heart. i'm just afraid if i get another cat, i'll feel like i'm replacing star. but it's been six months so i feel like i should be over it by now. did anyone have the same experience?
In my adult life I've had 14 cats, three of them are still alive, and the rest have passed on over the space of 25 years or so (along with various dogs rabbits and horses). You can never ever replace an animal. You can however find space in your heart and home for a new one and that's not the same thing. But - and this is an important but - you shouldn't get another cat just because you want one, you also need to look at the happiness of your existing cats. Do they get on well, or just tolerate each other? if the latter then don't get another cat. Also you'll need to pick with some care to find a cat that will be happy living with others - it is quite a rare trait as cats aren't naturally good at sharing space with other cats who aren't either related, or been brought up with them.
Right now I'd love to have another cat, but I know the group dynamics would suffer if I got one. Two of mine are joined at the hip and the third is ok with them, but not that friendly. I don't want to upset the equilibrium. I once fostered a pair of cats for a friend of a friend. It was really obvious to me that they hated each other, and yet they'd been living together for 5 years and no one had noticed. Tia spent all her time outside to keep away from Purdy who was really horrible to her. Both were stressed. Eventually the friend took Tia home and left Purdy with me (10 years old, multiple allergies, heart murmur, 'lumpy' liver... just my sort of cat!) Tia turned into a couch potato overnight, and Purdy became a lovely friendly animal, not the hissy spitty cow she had been.
Some years after that I also had a Star - black with a tiny white spot on his chest. He had also been blind from birth, and he came to me when he was 16. I had him for 2 years and he became my soulmate. He was always there, always happy to chat, always wanted to be on top of anything - if he could get his front paws on it he'd jump onto it (he landed in the bin a couple of times!). He was pts because of kidney failure the day we also buried my cousin, and the same day a stray kitten turned up in the yard. We couldn't find her proper owners so she became my 'therapy kitten'. She'd have been 7 now if she hadn't got herself killed on the road a couple of years ago