Today I want to share with you the story of my cat, Minsten. "Why would I be interested in hearing about your cat?", some people might find themselves asking. I don't really have a good answer to that question, so I'm gonna answer it with another question: why wouldn't you? He's adorable!
Actual photo of Minsten as a kitten ♥.
Back in 2010 I was living in Noresund when one day I came across a blog post saying two kittens would be killed off if no one could take them. Being an animal lover I left a comment saying I would take them, which resulted in two things: 1) my boyfriend at the time getting very upset with me, and 2) a 4,5 hour long drive down to Lillesand to get the kittens.
It didn't take long before the female kitten, named Clarissa, began gaining weight. Turns out her own brother, Stumpi, had made her pregnant. One evening, around midnight, she gave birth to two healthy looking kittens. We named them Bjørn (Bear) and Navnløs (Nameless). Ten hours later Clarissa suddenly gave birth to a third kitten. This kitten was a lot smaller than his siblings. Very skinny and fragile-looking. At first he didn't move at all. Even when I held him, he showed no signs of reaction, and I remember just sitting there with this little guy in my hands, tearing up when my boyfriend told me that unfortunately, he seemed to be a stillborn.
Turns out he was wrong. After some time the little guy started moving. Even though I was relieved, I still couldn't relax. The kitten was alive, but he was still smaller and weaker than his siblings, and they kept pushing him aside. Clarissa herself paid no attention to him, as if he didn't matter at all.
As he grew older we were faced with yet another problem. The weird-looking kitten seemed to have a broken paw. We took him to the vet, who then told us that the paw was in fact not broken. It was a birth defect, most likely caused by the fact that his parents were siblings. She told us that we could either euthanize him right here and now, or we could let him be. She also told us that right now he didn't seem to be in pain, the deformed paw didn't bother him, but as he grew older and gained more weight it might cause him discomfort, and the humane thing to do would be putting him out of his misery.
I decided to let him be, with a promise that I'd come back if one day the paw caused him trouble.
As he grew older he started looking healthier and more like his siblings. He still had that kind of 'alienface' look, but when they were playing, it was hard to tell him and his siblings apart. When the time came for all the kittens to find new homes, we decided that rather than giving him away to strangers and trust them to pay extra attention to his paw, we should keep him and give away his mother instead.
It was a very hard decision to make, and I cried my eyes out when it was time for her to leave. At that time we were living in Lillestrøm, close to Oslo, and I begged the landlord to please be so kind and let me keep them both, but unfortunately the message was loud and clear: ONE cat. I had to choose ONE out of all of them.
Minsten all grown up!
Shortly after, we moved to Gol to be closer to my boyfriends' family. Minsten lived his life as an indoor cat for a few years, until 2012 when we took him to the vet to get him spayed. Little did we know he would end up dead. The vet spent ten minutes(!) trying to revive him and was close to giving up, when finally he came back from the dead. For the next 24 hours I sat with him in the living room, just making sure he was okay. I didn't get up for anything, unless I had to go to the bathroom.
In july 2015 we decided he needed a girlfriend and ended up with a rescue kitten named Argentina. Little less than a month later we broke up, and I was left to care for the two of them all by myself. About a year after that, I found a new boyfriend who had two pets of his own: a dog named Ronja and a Cat named Kåre / Pus. Cat number four, named Sophie, came into our lives earlier this year, and we're a happy family of two humans, four cats and a dog.