When I was younger my mum hated any pets so it wasn't until I moved out aged 18 that I got my first cat, a rescue, aged 14. He was absolutely bonkers and my mum refused to come round my house as she disliked him so much. Sadly he passed away shortly after I homed him and she said it was 'for the best'.
I waited a little while and got a sweet little lady called Molly; she was far more relaxed than my first cat, but again mum wouldn't warm to her, when she visited she always said I had to put the cat out of the way before she would come into the house. Molly got hit by a lorry that was reversing down my road (it's a one way street that he shouldn't have been down in the first place!) and again mum couldn't understand the sadness, despite her only being about 10 months old
Not to be deterred, having loved my kitty company, I bought another kitten who, strangely, refused to go outside. She wouldn't budge, but at least I didn't have to worry about her getting squashed.
About a year after I got her I found out I was pregnant- she followed me around constantly and as the pregnancy went on, and mum visiting more often, I found that she gravitated towards mum as her 'human' almost as if she knew I wasn't going to be able to be full time mum to her. At first my mum was hesitant, but as time went by she'd stroke her, then bring her treats when she visited, and soon they were inseparable every visit! It was definitely Dusty pushing herself on mum though that made that change.
An unfortunate turn of events meant my baby really came early, and after much stress and upset I came to decide I would have to rehome Dusty and approached a lady at work. The day came for her to go and my mum arrives to 'say goodbye' only to tell my colleague there was a change of plan and she wanted to take her home!
So now Dusty is definitely mums cat, she didn't only win her around, she made her into a cat person!
