About Cat Behaviors

There are about 220 million domesticated cats currently living in the world. In the US alone, 36,117,000 households include a pet cat.

Yet if you ask the average person if they understand cats, they'll respond with an enthusiastic "No way!

Cats have been described as aloof, mysterious, and independent - all pointing to the difficulty that the average cat owner has in understanding their cat's behaviors. While the cat's psyche will likely remain an enigma until the end of time, our site aims to help you to better decode your cat's behaviors. We hope that our website will be like a cat dictionary - defining the odd, quirky, and adorable things your cat does. Once you know what your cat's behaviors mean, you'll be ready to communicate more clearly with them.

Communication is one of the keys to a successful relationship: and that applies to your cat, too! A better understanding of cat behaviors leads to deeper bonds and a happier life for both of you.

If your cat is communicating that it's not feeling well, many of their issues can be helped with homeopathy and natural pet care. We're here for that, too.

In addition to helping you understand your cat's behaviors, our site offers natural solutions for some of your cat's more troubling behaviors.

What is our inspiration?

Naturally, the inspiration for this site is a cat. Here's the story of how our inspirational orange tabby, Wessie, came into our lives...and how he changed them:

I was eager to start the day, as I would be going to the local animal shelter to look for a cat. The image in my mind was clear, either a gray or an orange tabby kitten. I even had a name for the cat, it didn’t matter how the cat looked or its purrsonality. It was unlike Mo or Scooter, this name was unique. The selected name was Wessah, meaning cat in the Cherokee language. Though it is lame to call your cat “cat”, I somehow knew that it would be the perfect name for my special kitten.

There was an air of anticipation as my family and I walked into the shelter. The thick smell of animals hung in the air, but I didn’t mind. Cages lined the walls, cats and kittens inside.

I spotted a cage where black and orange kittens were playing. At once, a small light orange kitten struck my eye. He was alone, resting, while the rest of the kittens were playing. Everyone seemed doubtful of this little tabby, thinking he seemed sickly. One of the workers kept telling us that he had been playing earlier, but it seemed that no one believed him except for me.

I stuck my finger through the cage at the kitten, and he put out a paw and touched my finger. It was quick, but I realized then that the little orange kitten, lighter, smaller, and younger, had chosen me. All the other kittens had played with my finger of course, but this one had some significance about it, I could just feel it. He was definitely the one.

There were two cats that we wanted to take out of the cage. These were the orange kitten (my Wessah), and a little black and white cat. I held the little orange kitten. He was apparently not much for being held, and with my little experience-holding cats, he walked out onto my arm and I was afraid he would fall. Fortunately, someone put out a helpful hand and took him from me.

To choose between the two kittens, someone thought of the great idea to look into the eyes of the kittens. Whichever cat’s eyes looked healthier, we would get. There was a moment of tension as we peered into the kittens eyes. The little black and white kitten’s eyes were slightly juicy, while the orange kitten’s eyes were bright and healthy! Relief poured over me.
We would get the orange kitten! I knew that this was my Wessah, my cat for life.

After a few complications, we got Wessie (Wessah). He stayed indoors until adjusting to his new home, and then we started to let him roam around outside. Wessie was always having fun, playing in long grasses, relaxing in the shade of bushes, and walking along fences.
Once he disappeared for four days. We had searched everywhere, even in dumpsters, but it was to no avail. Early on the fifth day, someone heard Wessie meowing to be let in, and there he was outside, waiting to be let inside, just like usual. He came inside, and went straight to his food bowl. Wessie ate until he was full, which was a lot, and then went off to relax. I still wonder where he was that whole time, up a tree, trapped in a house, maybe even in another town! Probably we will never know.

After living 2 happy years in the outdoors, Wessie was shot. It was the day after Wessie’s 2nd birthday. Unfortunately, he went into our neighbors yard and pooed in his garden. Our neighbor shot him with a BB gun. Luckily, it was only a wound to his leg. He recovered completely, but it is no longer safe for him to go outside to his favorite places anymore. Wessie is now adjusted to indoor living.

We hope that this site helps you to better understand that furry creature sneaking around your home, to forge deeper bonds with your pet, and to naturally care for them throughout their lives.