Erica Crompton shares how adopting two rescue cats transformed her life with schizophrenia – offering comfort, routine, and a sense of family.
Six years ago, I took a cab into a leafy, upscale neighborhood in Cheshire, not too far from where I lived, to meet two feline fellows – Caspar and Winter. I found them on a website for a nonprofit that finds homes for abandoned cats. I knew as soon as I saw them that they'd be with me – paperwork permitting – so I put in a request to adopt them.
It was as simple as calling the nonprofit for a few checks on where I lived and confirming that I didn't live near a major road. Next, I made a small payment to cover Caspar's and Winter's neuter and vaccination costs.
At the time, I was single, living alone, approaching 40, and itching for companionship as I've lost a lot of friends due to psychosis.
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And now, as I'm researching articles about women like me - living with schizophrenia – building a family, I realize I wasn't drawn to having children at all, then or now. While many women with schizophrenia make wonderful parents, I know my personal limits. I struggle to work and wash at times, let alone look after a little human.
Honestly, the love I felt for these cats as they came home with me was like a warm hug for my heart.
But I'd always known I'd wanted a cat. During the summer days of my childhood, I'd play with my neighbor's cat, little Smudge. I can remember cuddling him as a seven-year-old and thinking: "One day I'll adopt a cat myself."
So, a cat it would be. And, as I lived alone at the time, and the more the merrier, I decided to adopt two tabby tom cats!
As I lay the litter box out for my new inhabitants and scattered toys around the room, I remember feeling really good. Having the responsibility of caring for two cats was immediate and has lasted throughout the last 6 years.
A paw-some pair – Erica and Winter the cat posing for the camera. Photo provided by Erica Crompton.
Caspar and Winter rely on me for fresh food, fresh water, and company, as I rely on them for love and company. I take them to the veterinarian if they seem unwell.
That sense of responsibility feels like a privilege. I always get such a feeling of warmth and love watching them lap up the food and water I've put out for them.
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It's so lovely getting home from a day out and being greeted by them. As soon as they hear my keys jingle in the door, they come running. When my partner and I go out or to the bathroom, the cats will often "escort" us there – just to ensure we're all good!
My life as an aging mid-lifer living with psychosis is just so much better with cats.
They shower us with their affectionate, furry hugs, and we give them cat treats to say thanks. Caspar absolutely loves his cat treats!
Erica's partner, Paul, with Winter the cat on his lap. Photo provided by Erica Crompton.
When I adopted these two, I was a singleton struggling with the low mood associated with schizophrenia. Honestly, the love I felt for these cats as they came home with me was like a warm hug for my heart. And now that I've met someone, we live happily as a family of four.
I love signing greeting cards from the four of us and taking family selfies with them. Paul, my partner, even treated us to a family photo shoot for my 45th birthday. Caspar didn't want to come, sadly, so Winter stole the limelight and struck a few poses.
Winter the cat, looking absolutely purr-fect. Photo provided by Erica Crompton.
I once worked with a photography research project called Project Soothe. Interestingly, Project Soothe's research found that photos of nature and pets can instantly lift our mood ("an increase in positive affect").
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Adoption has a feel-good factor, too. When I think of little Caspar and Winter as kittens, shut out in the cold with no home, I feel like we've all been really lucky to find each other. I'm happy for the life I've been able to give them, and the constant companionship they've always given me.
Schizophrenia and any comorbidities can be enormous burdens to bear. The sleeplessness, the anxiety, the low moods... but the cats have been with me through it all and helped me feel complete.
Caspar is such a good listener, too. He can lie by my side and listen for several hours until my mind quietens.
As an aging mid-lifer living with psychosis, my life is just so much better with cats.
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