I wasn’t going to make this whole blog thing about me…but what the heck…why not?
Let me first mention that bringing your pet to San Pedro is a relatively easy process (except for the actual flight)…I will detail that more in another blog.
Here we go: They say cat owners like to love and dog owners like to be loved. Perhaps…but…
I unapologetically love cats. I canât go into SAGA (the San Pedro Humane Society) without wanting to take home 10â¦.particularly the older guys. If you donât like cats, you will be furiously rolling your eyes or bored out of your mind as you read the following. (I warned you).
Let me first mention that bringing your pet to San Pedro is a relatively easy process (except for the actual flight)…I will detail that more in another blog.
Here we go: They say cat owners like to love and dog owners like to be loved. Perhaps…but…
I unapologetically love cats. I canât go into SAGA (the San Pedro Humane Society) without wanting to take home 10â¦.particularly the older guys. If you donât like cats, you will be furiously rolling your eyes or bored out of your mind as you read the following. (I warned you).
I have three. Please allow me to introduce them.
1. Poochie. She emigrated here with me from NYC. I adopted her at a shelter there right after 9/11. (It’s when the mice and roaches really came out). They sold me with a very romantic (and possibly phoney) story about how she was found huddled and crying in an abandoned church in Harlem with 180 other cats. Hmmmmâ¦maybe. She is a giant hamâ¦loves everyone, wants to go outside to meet anyone who comes over. Bowen and Bowen guy delivering water? She will try to jump right into his arms. All my Belizean friends ask me if she is some special breed of cat because her head is so big.
Nopeâ¦standard American house cat. But here in Belize for some reason, the cats seem to have peanut sized heads. Different breed I guess. (And yes, she always looks that bitchy.)
2. Pupusa. Named after my favorite street food of San Pedro. (Wellâ¦actually itâs a national food of El Salvador but the lady in front of Waraguma on Middle Street makes some mean pupusas). He is a neutered boy and looks like half the cats in San Pedro. (By the way, I didn’t know until much later that the word ‘pupusa’ can be used in other ways…you can check urbandictionary.com for that one. Sorry buddy).
At a whopping 16lbs, he is a beast. Shaped like a meatloaf and scared of everyone. With the other cats, heâs a total bully. Poor kid, his mom left him at 6oz by a trash can in someoneâs shed in San Pedro. He was a hideously ugly runt.
It was heating pads and bottle feeding for a little while. But now, he eats each meal with unparalled zeal. As if he will never eat again, the cat will devour absolutely anything. He has been known to strip open a whole mango left on the counter and chew it to the pit. Did I mention that he has a snaggle fang that hangs out of his mouth?
It is unmotherly to say but he is my favorite.
Here is his centerfold shot for “Fat Cat Magazine”.
3. Rita (aka Sweetie Reetie). Adopted from SAGA a year and a half ago, she is now 2 years old. She looks like the other half of the cats in San Pedro. I donât think she has gained an ounce since being adopted. She is tiny. And still bug eyed with giant radar ears just like a kitten. She can play that age old game of âchase my own tailâ for hours at a time. She is terrified of Pupusa, so I am waiting for her growth spurt to hit so she can hold her own. But then again, for my purposes, small is good when you have limited space and three cats.
Perhaps you are picking up what I am laying down hereâ¦I am a crazy cat lady. Certifiable. Love them. Dogs are goodâ¦but cats are really my thing. I look forward to the day when I own a big house and 100 cats.
Tee hee, I can just see my potential suitors lining up.
