How My CH Cats Protect Me
A moment ago*, CG just ran to a corner of the living room and tried to squeeze past furniture to the corner of the wall.
As per usual, Ellie soon scooted off the couch to find out what all of the hullabaloo was about. Not wanting to be left out, I went over to investigate and found a silverfish climbing the wall. Gross.
Ellie & CG taking a break from bug hunting
Now, I’m bad with bugs, but it was a matter of either me summoning up enough courage to squash and flush that thing, otherwise CG was about one hop-and-swipe away from making contact with it. I ran to get a tissue (OK, two tissues. That thing was big!).
While I was the one who ultimately sent it to silverfish heaven, CG was the real hero by alerting me to something that wasn’t right.
That’s not the first time when our cats have come to our rescue, either.
About a year ago, Matt and I were seconds from turning off the lights and going to bed when we heard a huge crash on our front porch. No joke — at that moment my heart skipped a beat, and I started to think about what we would do if we found someone out there.
In a flash, CG jumped off the bed and was in a crouched position walking toward the front porch. That same instant, Ellie sat up in bed and growled.
Fortunately, we discovered it was only a large branch that fell from our front tree, but it took a while to convince the cats that it was nothing more. But what really stuck with me was how our cats automatically responded in ways that protected us. It was absolutely incredible. I know they’re just cats, and (perhaps) no match for anyone who would want to harm us, but wow, was I impressed.
And sometimes I’m not always in danger. While CG is definitely Matt’s shadow, if I stub my toe and cry out in pain, he’s at my side in an instant. If I’m not feeling well, I know I can always depend on one of them to find me and sit with me. (OK, to be fair, maybe they just want a lap.)
For me, it’s a great example of how our cats are a part of the family, and how they truly care about each and every one of us. It’s a nice feeling to experience — to know that the love and protection you offer to your cats can be returned to you.
As I finish this, the bug is flushed, and I’m warmed with sweet memories. That said, CG and Ellie are both still looking in the corner — just in case that silverfish comes back.
*When I originally wrote this, of course!
Life with Cerebellar Hypoplasia Cats 
My daughter calls Dotty my “watchcat” because she’s so alert to the noises outside. I feel like she will let me know if someone is lurking around the house.
But it’s my late Miss Moppet (non-CH) who really came to the rescue once, and amazed me at what a little cat can do. I was bent over pulling weeds in the front yard, far away from the unlocked side door, when I noticed a giant dog–a bull mastiff–loose and standing in the middle of the street, staring at me. I slowly crouched and started walking toward the side of the house and the dog came toward me and followed me, and my heart was racing as I grabbed the door handle and opened the door… OUT popped Miss Moppet, who had been watching this from the window, hissing and spitting and hopping toward him sideways with her back up and her tail puffed out, and she went after that giant dog, and he took one look at her and RAN AWAY as fast as he could go!! He didn’t want any part of that!
So don’t underestimate what a little cat can do to protect you!
Lovely post, Amanda! and true! I fell last week and while I was lying on the floor on my back, Betty was the first one to wobble over, poke her head out of the bedskirt and sniff at me. When I’ve been sick, she and her buddies (Sweetie and Sophie) are right there on the couch. The funniest thing is how when I finish a shower, I open the curtain to find Betty sitting on alert at the bathroom door–just in case!
My son, 2 yrs at the time, jumped off the couch seat and broke his leg. We had company over at the time and our Kiki girl immediately put herself between my son and our guests. She would not leave his side. She also gets very frantic if my son isn’t home overnight (sleep over at grandparents house). She paces and cries, searching for him for hours. We try to reassure her, and I think because we are not alarmed she finally settles after a few hours. They have a very special bond!