Emma Factoid:Since I was 17 years old I have always had cats, always Persian cats. Their unusually calm demeanor and unobtrusive ways, coupled with their need for grooming (which is that perfectly simple, repetitive task that brings calm to my mind and peace to my soul) make them the perfect companions for me.
In fact, cats and pretty much everything about them classify squarely into one of my typical asperger "special interests", this one seems to be the life long type.
Not much to know about cats? Well, there's:
Genetics, breeding, the above mentioned grooming (an art in itself in the persian show cat), history, development, health care, and list goes on and on.
They have brought me much solace, my cats. Never fewer than 2 at a time, to ease my bad conscience for leaving them during the day, there is none the less always one with whom the bond grows stronger. My healer. The one who feels my raging pain and soothes it with purring, licking, pawing.
That's another nice thing about cats. Imbalance in a person doesn't scare or repel them, it intrigues and attracts them. Nifty little feature, that :)
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