
Pet
Harold
Type
Cat
Read Time
3 min
By
Ben Ashford
I am going to be precise about this: I did not want a cat.
I have documentation. I told my neighbor — when he asked if I'd seen an orange cat around the neighborhood — "I don't really do cats." I told the vet — when I brought Harold in for a check, still intending to locate his owners — "This isn't my cat, I'm just doing the responsible thing."
Harold did not acknowledge any of this. Harold walked through my front door on a Thursday, found the warmest register in the house, and has been sleeping on it for three years.
He appeared on my porch in October — large, orange, clearly not feral (made eye contact without flight response, approached without hesitation, rubbed his face against my hand without invitation). I put water out. I did not put food out, because I was not adopting a cat.
He was on the porch the next morning.
I checked the neighborhood apps. Posted his photo. Called the local shelter to ask about lost cat reports. No matches. The vet's microchip scanner found nothing.
I bought cat food on day four, reasoning this was temporary.
I had only ever had dogs. What I knew about cats: they were aloof, independent, and interested in people primarily as food delivery services.
Harold was none of these things. Harold was interested in me specifically, with the sustained focus of an animal that has decided on a person and intends to hold that position. He slept pressed against my leg. He followed me from room to room. When I was sick for five days with a bad flu, he did not leave my bed.
My theory: Harold had been owned before. He knew what it was. He wanted it again.
Harold weighs approximately 14 pounds. He has opinions about breakfast timing that he shares at 5:47am daily. He has never once damaged furniture he wasn't supposed to damage, which I attribute to some prior training rather than innate virtue.
I have been a cat person for three years. I tell people I was late to the realization. Harold appears unbothered by the timeline.
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*Found a stray cat? Check for a microchip at any vet clinic, post on Nextdoor and local Facebook groups, and contact your local shelter to report the found animal before assuming they're homeless.*
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