Tuesday April 14, 2026

Ad-dressing the Cats

Cosette — brush pen (2025)

Cats have always been a cherished ingredient in my life.

When I moved into my house in 2021, I knew that getting a couple cats was going to be a must. Within a couple months I adopted Cosette (named Sunshine at the time) and Scarlett from a former coworker at Joann’s who could no longer look after them.

Cosette has always been a very shy cat. For the first three months she was in her new house, I virtually didn’t see her. So Scarlett became my constant companion at home, especially early on living by myself.

Scarlett was a sweet old lady cat (the black and white). When I came home from work every day, she was running down the stairs to greet me as I walked through the door. Doing dishes at the kitchen sink or while brushing my teeth in the bathroom, Scarlett would rub against my legs and look up at me with the brightest eyes asking to be picked up and hugged. There wasn’t a box she didn’t want to hop into, and she spent hours sleeping in my lap as I worked on earrings and books.

I feel incredibly blessed to have known her. She lived three more years before cancer took her in September 2024.

Grieving her took me a very long time. I’d never been the one to make a euthanasia decision for a cat. I can’t name many other experiences that triggered this kind of pain. I sought comfort on Youtube with others grieving their pets and people sharing their experiences. What people were saying didn’t make my tears or the stabbing pain in my heart go away, but helped me put words to why losing her hurt so much:

Our relationships with pets tend to be uncomplicated, and in that way they can be more pure than relationships we might have with other humans, even those we’ve known a long time. Pets share our solitude and reflect childlike innocence back to us. That is partly why their loss can have such a shattering effect on our hearts.

Cosette (Cosie, Cosie Kitty, Queen of the Night)

When Cosette came into my life, she had been a stray who was less than a year old and had already given birth to four kittens. I had the plan of adopting a male cat and naming him Marius (after the character from Les Misérables), but fate brought me two lady cats. So Cosette the name would be. Translating to “little thing” in French, it couldn’t have been a better fit.

The day after bringing Scarlett and Cosette home, Cosette disappeared. I found her hiding behind the piano of all places (which is insane, because it’s an upright piano with the back against the wall). The next day, she was hiding behind some canvases in the basement. And the next day, she was on top of the furnace. The next time, when I found her hiding in a small hole in the wall of my basement, I decided to stop hunting for her and give her space. I could tell she was eating at night, because the food I left out would disappear. If she wanted to be seen, it would have to be on her terms.

It happened three months later. I was on the living room couch when I looked up to see her standing like a statue by the front door. It was like meeting a mythical creature. She would dart off as soon as I made any move. But I took it as a major win.

The next time this happened, I made sure to have the laser pointer within reach. She started going after it! If the red dot came too close to me, she’s run off. But over time, she’d allow herself to get closer and closer to the scary human.

Then came the first time she sniffed my hand and let me pet her. And before long, I was relaxing on the sofa, and she jumped on to lay on my legs. I almost burst!

To this day, she hides from guests and only comes out when I’m the only one home. I cherish the trust she’s given me and it makes me proud to be her guardian.

Claude (Mr. Claude, Claudius Maximus, Black Panther)

Claude joined the family last September. He was part of a litter abandoned at One of a Kind Pet Rescue in Akron. When I met him, I could tell he was the kind of sweet, social cat I was looking for.

At six months old, I was nervous that I made a mistake bringing him home at first. I went really slowly introducing him to Cosette. Claude was bouncing off the walls in his quarantine room and ready to explore the whole house. After a few weeks of tension, the two made peace. Or more accurately, Cosette made peace with him. All Claude wants to do is play and enjoy life. I’ve never met a more confident kitty!

What I had dreamed for came true. Some of Claude’s infinite confidence and playfulness has rubbed off on shy Cosette. He’ll lay on his back while play fighting to give her a fair chance. Even when his little brother energy takes over and he gets a little too rough with her, she has no problem giving him a slap to put him in his place. I’ve never heard him hiss once. He’s just the kindest, sweetest boy.

Claude loves to be in a high elevation surveying his domain, particularly on top of the fridge.

So I’ve had to move a few of my plants to keep him from knocking them down and lock the door when I’m on the computer to keep him from walking on the keyboard. It’s a small price to pay for having Claude as a friend.

Before a cat will condescend
To treat you as a trusted friend
Some little token of esteem is needed like a dish of cream
And you might now and then supply
Some caviar or Strasbourg pie
Some potted grouse or salmon paste
He’s sure to have his personal taste
And so in time you reach your aim
And call him by his name
— The Ad-Dressing Of Cats, Old Possom's Book of Practical Cats (T.S. Eliot)

Sketchbook cats

(2025 and 2026)

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