Let's just get it out right now. I am a cat person. I have never been overly fond of dogs and have never had a desire to own one. My sister, Rachel (who is a lover of all animals) talked my mom into getting a golden lab puppy when we were in high school. I really hated that dog. He was very hard to train so he peed everywhere and he was extremely hyper. He didn't last long at our house. Besides that one incident, we always had cats when I was growing up. They always seemed to have kittens in my mom's closet, too.
We are currently the owners of one cat, Callie. She's not the loving, snugly type of cat either. She's actually kind of an asshole. She sheds constantly and likes to sleep in Emmeline's crib, which I am not a fan of. She tends to spend most of her time outside per her (scratching on the door) request. She does have her moments of sweetness, but most of the time she's only around to eat and sleep and throw up on the floor.
Recently, Jason's sister moved out of their parents' house into a new apartment and the apartment did not allow pets. She had a cat named Baxter who is the epitome of a scaredy cat. Seriously, this cat will run away from his own shadow. She had to find a new home for Baxter as he would not be allowed to stay at the house, for various reasons. Jason begrudgingly said that we would take him if she could not find anyone else. I was not a fan of this as I did not want another cat, I barely like the one we have now. Well, lo and behold, no one else was able to take this cat so we ended up with him. He was freaked out the entire 2 1/2 hour drive from Joplin to KC and pissed all over the car. When we got home, he streaked into the garage and straight behind the heater. This was at the beginning of July.
Since that time, he has basically been a ghost around our house as in invisible. I saw him once a few days after he arrived coming downstairs, but as soon as he saw me, he froze and then ran away again. I had not seen him at all since that time. I thought he might have escaped as our garage door is acting up and we accidentally left it up all day a few weeks ago. Last night, I went downstairs to do some laundry and who do I see, but Baxter! He again froze and started making a growling/whining noise at me. I tried to crouch down to see if he would come to me, but he ran past me and got behind the heater again. Maybe I'll see him again in a couple of months.
I'm assuming he is getting enough to eat and drink as I am putting food and water out for him. I just don't him to die in some hidden place in the house and we don't find out until he starts to smell. Decomposing cat is not high on my list of air fresheners.