Our last cat, Goldie, was such a delight to have with us for a few years. This little “fur face” had a unique personality and weird habits.
We didn’t even have to look for a cat, since she found my dad, being a stray. She knew who she wanted to be getting along with and made herself right at home.
When Goldie started living with us, it was just my dad and Goldie. Once the three of us moved in, we weren’t certain how Goldie would react to us, and we to her. Our daughter, Kylie, took a considerable liking to Goldie. As she got closer to Goldie, she loved chasing her around or holding her. Goldie was okay with Kylie doing so, though. When the rest of us tried doing the same, Goldie would have her limits and would try to run away, or “break for it”, when the opportunity presented itself.
One of Goldie’s notorious traits was whenever we would cook or order anything to do with chicken, eggs, bacon, or sausage. Her nose would pick up the scent and knew from afar, running down the hallway, to greet the food as if it were hers. She would go as far as climbing all over my dad’s back and sneak her face into the plate, hoping she could snag a piece of whatever was on it. She was always on high alert, even if you tried to hide it. Dad would joke as if he were Goldie and said, “I know you’re cheating on me”.
Another antic Goldie was known for was sitting on Kylie’s back, trusting her enough to stay there without fear of falling. Goldie would also sit on top of Kylie’s piano keyboard, or homework, and she would ask her to “get off”. Goldie would not listen, since she was stubborn. The same would happen as Goldie jumped on top of Kylie’s desk, trying to get to the window. Kylie would tell her to “get off the desk” since she wouldn’t leave.
Goldie cherished her cat treats, Temptations, a lot. Any chance she had to eat them, she would. She also loved rolling around in the dirt outside. Despite her love for these things, the one thing she despised was baths. Kylie could only bathe her because of the sliding door in the bathtub, but otherwise, she would just jump out of the tub. Other things she did like were giving her a manicure, which was never a problem, and playing hide and seek. She even divided her time between the 4 of us. Nap time was out of the question for my dad, especially when Goldie caught him snoozing. It wasn’t ‘nap time’ for her, so she would wake him up. At night, Goldie had a sense of time at 9:00 p.m. and she would meow to let dad know to turn off the TV or lights. Almost exactly around 2:30 in the morning every day, right on cue, she would meow, or ‘yell’ as we called it, into my dad’s face to feed her. Goldie never liked the TV on too loud, so she would move away in disgust by complaining and meowing, to make her point clear and known.
Goldie seemed to be delighted by getting even with us whenever this happened. She would walk all over any loose papers or mail. She made her way onto the upper part of the couch to make herself comfortable while whipping her fluffy orange and white tail around. Goldie was not one to play with toys, but she certainly loved playing with our nerves. She was a wonderful cat and friend. One thing that is for certain, Goldie was a HUGE asset to our family, and we couldn’t imagine it being any other way. We cannot imagine doing life without her. Goldie was the QUEEN of the household and made sure that the two outdoor feral cats, which we named Poofy (or ‘Poof’) and Tabby (or ‘Tab Tab’), knew it. We were very honored to have had her in our lives.