Once you get a cat…you never go back

Therapeutic companionship at it’s best…meet Albus!

Few statements have ever been so true. My trusty companion is this guy! Meet the other half of Just a Girl and Her Cat, Albus!


Albus, however, is not my first cat. I had a cat, Oreo, for 11 years before having to make the incredibly hard decision to put her down. She had a tumor wrapped up in her belly and she was suffering with very few treatment options. She was my first cat…the one who got me to truly love these wonderful creatures.


I rescued Oreo as a teeny tiny kitty when our dog found her in our neighbor’s tree in 2005. She was a small little fluff that was very sick. We nursed her back to health and then my mom wanted to TAKE HER TO THE SHELTER!!! I simply could not let that stand. So what did my 13-year-old self do? I cried…for about 3 days. I cried for my mom to let me keep this little baby kitty that we had saved. Needless to say, it worked. My mom loved Oreo. Probably mostly because Oreo secretly wanted to be a dog and thus acted like one. She was the worst beggar out of her and my moms’ numerous dogs! She never missed meal time, human or otherwise! She was also notorious for stealing whole peices of chicken from people’s plates.

I met Albus as a newly born kitten when a roommate’s cat had kittens. This was August of 2012. He would follow me around in the mornings as I got ready for class and he’d be waiting for me when I came back. So basically, he chose me. Oreo was still living at my moms’ house because that was her home and she would be more comfortable with the dogs she grew up with around. Long story short, I took a break from college shortly after adopting Albus and took him home to meet his sister. Oreo and Albus didn’t quite hit it off at first. He was a rambunctious little kitten while she was proper lady who had put her rough play days behind her. However, as Albus chilled the fuck out a little bit and realized he had a bunch of dogs he can play with when Momma wasn’t home, their relationship got better.

I am a huge fan of having a pet as a therapeutic companion. That is what I considered Oreo and what I currently consider Albus. He isn’t just a pet to me. He is my fur child (if someone asks if I have a kid, I usually say yes!) and he is my confidant. He’s the one who snuggles me when I cry and the one who lays with me as I vent aimlessly about life. Albus and I have had many fun adventures together and I hope to have those adventures get so much bigger in the future.

Believe it or not, cats provide several health benefits to us humans! Some of those benefits are as follows (Source):

  • Reduction in stress and anxiety
  • Boost in immunity
  • Lower blood pressure
  • Decrease risk for stroke, heart attack and heart disease

The list goes on and on. I can’t technically speak to the medical benefits, but Albus has certainly been a huge part of lessening my stress and anxiety.

This has been especially true these last few months. He greets me at the door every night after work and is usually right there when I wake up in the morning. He is very attentive as well. He knows when I need a little extra lovins and is happy to provide. He also lets me know when he wants some alone time. For example, I know that when he is laying on the top of his cat tree, he doesn’t like to be pet or bothered. Since moving back into my moms’ house, we have settled into a routine that works well for us.

I won’t say that Albus doesn’t have his asshole habits, because he certainly does. His most annoying one is eating/chewing through phone charger cords. He loves the shit out of phone cords. If I had to guess, he’s cost me around 15 or so cords. So while he definitely is an asshole sometimes, his strengths far outweigh his weaknesses.

I have three main self-care components and spending time with Albus is right in that number one spot. Nothing is better to me than laying in bed with him sprawled out next to me purring up a storm!

My other two self-care components are gaming and singing in the shower. Which, even when I am doing either of those, Albus is never far from me. He has easy access to the downstairs of the house through a cat door in the stairway door, so he goes down to visit my moms and the dogs quite often. I spend a considerable amount of time down there with them as well, however, the upstairs is my home base for now and where I feel most comfortable.

More on that to come so…until next time!

Love always,


3 thoughts on “Once you get a cat…you never go back”

  1. What fortunate kitties to be rescued by you. And of course they return the favor by being therapeutic! Sounds like Oreo was a wonderful kitty. Now that Albus…what a charmer! Love the photos. That’s awesome that he’s leash trained. Still can’t get mine to do anything other than freeze up and fall over.

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    1. He both loves and hates his harness, so it’s still a process at times! But I started him on his harness right away as a baby kitty so I think that helped for sure. I love your blog and can’t wait to catch up on the content thus far!


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