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My Irritable Blue-Eyed Beauty

October 16, 2011

I believe that certain things happen in your life for a reason. Good or bad, some things are just meant to be.

That’s why I believe Izzy came into my life — because it was meant to be.

Izzy is a striking seal-point, snowshoe Siamese that became part of my little family when she was 6 years old. I wasn’t really ready for another cat at the time. I had just lost my little 16-year-old female cat, Bethy, to cancer and I didn’t think I wanted another animal for a while. But I hadn’t counted on the reaction of Bethy’s brother, Cole, who never knew a day without his companion. He was inconsolable and wandered the apartment crying day and night for his sister and friend.

By day four, I realized that I needed to find him a new companion, even if I wasn’t ready. My brother and his family took me to visit Cat Adoption Team, a no-kill shelter for felines in Sherwood, Oregon. As I wandered in and out of rooms and among the stainless steel cages, I felt a little overwhelmed. There were so many kitties that needed good homes. Yet, at the same time, I felt I was struggling to make a connection with any of them.

Since Cole and Bethy were about 8 years old when I adopted them, I felt that I should get a younger cat — one that would share my life far longer. I also thought Cole would respond better to a cat that was at least similar to Bethy’s tuxedo coloring. But each time I made a trip around the main room, I found myself returning to the roly-poly kitty with bright blue eyes and dark chocolate, latte and cream-colored coat that was quietly watching the room from her small cage. A little sign on the door read, “Isabelle.”

Finally, I asked to see Isabelle in a private meeting room. Within five minutes, Isabelle was softly meowing and purring as she tilted her head to encourage me to continue scratching her ear. I officially belonged to her, and she to me.

As I completed the paperwork, the staff gave me a rundown of Izzy’s history: She was found on the street when she was a year old. She was pregnant and gave birth the day after the Cat Adoption Team took her in. As soon as her kittens were weaned, she was adopted by a couple in Portland, where she stayed for five years. She was eventually returned because the apartment complex the couple were living in allegedly changed its pet policy. That was only a few short days before I arrived at the shelter.

But I wasn’t the only one who was smitten. The moment I brought her home, Cole followed her around like a love-sick puppy.

I’ve learned a lot about Siamese since adopting her, including that the belief that they are meant to be long, lean and lithe is a distinctly American concept. Classic Siamese tend toward the chunky side with broader heads, much like Izzy. They also tend to be docile and sweet-tempered and devoted to their owners.

And they can be particular. Very particular.

Not everyone completely understands my love for Izzy. She is definitely an acquired taste, mainly because she seems to find so many things distasteful herself. Among her many dislikes:

  • Dogs
  • Cats (other than Cole — she liked him)
  • Kittens (even though she had her own litter)
  • Strangers
  • Lots of people
  • Bright lights
  • Loud noises
  • Laser pointers (the dancing light scares her)
  • Sudden movements
  • Car rides
  • Cat carriers or small places
  • Jumping
  • Kids (see sudden movements and loud noises)

So what, exactly, does she like?

  • Food
  • Me

It may not seem like much, but it’s more than enough for me.

From → Animals, Cats

  1. Meaue permalink

    She is B-e-a-utiful! What a sweetheart. Thank you for giving her a chance.

  2. She’s so pretty! Her eyes are stunning, and she seems like such a sweet kitten. My older cat Robin is a lot like her in that he doesn’t like loud noises, lots of people, little children, and not even other cats (he’s slowly getting used to the presence of his new sister Mora, and that only because he knows I want him to – if it was up to him he would have chewed her to pieces on the first day, LOL). Cat’s are just the best companions one could ask for!

    • I think you can never trust someone who doesn’t like cats. They are such a reflexion of our own personality …

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