Things are not what they seem….


Today, I am going to share a lesson I learned about people and cats.

We have a dog and two cats.  All three of them are rescue animals- and we got them in the following order: Taylor (orange cat), Mouky (grey cat), and Hurley (border collie/Aussie dog mix).  We picked out Taylor because he was talkative and fluffy.  We picked out Mouky because, in his picture, he was lounging in his litter box, one elbow hanging out, and his bed was right next to the litter box, empty. “That,” we said, “is our cat.”

When we first got Taylor and Mouky, they were coming from separate foster homes, and came out of their shells once we had them.  Taylor proved himself to be a hedonistic glutton who sees no purpose for human hands other than to be pet.  Mouky is a chirping goofball, who engaged Taylor in what we call “teddy bear fights,” with Mouky exhibiting ninja-like fighting skills.  At first, we were pretty sure Taylor had the brains of the two- and told anyone who pretended to listen about Mouky’s goofy escapades.

We were wrong.

As we approach our 5th year with these cats as our companions, we have moved 90 degrees in our assessment of Mouky.  Sure, he’s a goofball, but he takes more risks, and can manipulate us into getting what he wants. He gets the hierarchy in the house.  Mouky understands to run away from the 14 month old little boy who is waving his hands excitedly at him.  He is nimble, a good hunter (don’t ask how we know this), and is capable of figuring things out that we would never have expected when we first adopted him.  He didn’t leave my side when I was first pregnant – almost guarding me (in fact, we are pretty sure he knew before we knew).


Just today, I found out that Mouky is, indeed and officially, a rare breed of cat – a Nebelung (see picture on the right).  Descriptions of this breed suit Mouky as well – loyal, intelligent, a bit afraid of strangers, but even tempered and sweet.  This breed even tends to let companions know if something isn’t right – litterbox, out of food or water, etc.  That’s Mouky’s job around here, too.  After I learned about Mouky’s “rare breed,” I’ve been looking at him differently today.  Almost overdoing the affection.  Wanting him near me – as if to say, “the special cat likes me best.”

If you are still reading, you are probably wondering why I needed to share this with you all, on this blog.  For me, this Moukylearning was an education in a few ways.  One, he’s not a mutt, like his household brothers.  Two, he’s rare, and it’s pretty cool that we have him as our companion – that he’s even cooler than we thought.

And three, I still haven’t learned this very valuable lesson: don’t judge a book by its cover.

How many times did I walk into a classroom with preconceived, or at least initial judgements about kids?  How many times did they prove me right – possibly as a result of my expectations of them?  How many times did they prove me wrong?  Enough that I should have figured this out by now.

It’s dangerous to listen to other teachers’ opinions of kids, or to read a child’s entire file before you meet them and see how they will work with you.  Whenever possible, every child should be able to meet a teacher with a clean slate, and to make their own mark.  First impressions are huge too, but I used to forget that my first impression of them didn’t show what they were bringing to the class – and I had to temper what I saw and felt with what they might be seeing and feeling.  Also, our impressions come with seasoning and experience; student impressions come with very different elements.  And breeding does not a personality or temprament make, either – how often did I make passing judgements (in my head, of course) about kids based on their siblings or parents?  Or their last name?  If I really think about it, I can be honest and say that, over 11 years,  I improved my perception and the lens through which I was seeing my students.  But old habits die hard, I guess.

When dealing with people and animals, there is more than meets the eye.  And we would do well to remember that as we make interactions and forge relationships each day.

Enjoy the day.

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2 Responses to Things are not what they seem….

  1. Debbie says:

    Just found this post. 🙂 Yes…I had a lovely Nebelung that I just had to put down Oct 18th. He was 21 yrs, 7 mo & 2 weeks! The cardiologist said the echo of his heart in June looked like a 3 yr old’s heart. Eye specialist only barely retina degeneration. Only stage 2 renal failure most common in 8 yr olds. All his labs were great but we think he had a brain tumor or stroke, his legs would not work, he could not get up. Heart breaking! I got him from a pet store in 1990 for a total of $33 as a kitten. Priceless to me though. No papers but the breed just started a few years before he was born. I showed him then and the judges were in love. Lots of 1st place rosettes. I just rescued one a week ago yesterday…2 yrs old but he is two toned grey and fluffier. (If you email I’ll send you a pix) He is AWESOME. I’m a college prof, so I totally agree on your part about students! 🙂 I have some students who fail the first time and still take me a second time and then get an A. 🙂

  2. Pingback: Nebelung Cat Breeds with Pictures and Description

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