I used to run with
wolves but now I take naps with my cats
Introduction
Not long ago, I was wracking my head as how to fight the
occasional loneliness bouts, I was having. Then an idea, came to
me. I was thinking of what I really needed. It wasn't sex
I wanted, but affection and unconditional love.
I was having ghastly collisions with humans, who demanded more
from me than I could give them, and their love for me became a
condition, intolerable for me. The only place, I could find some
semblance of that love, I sought outside was and still is, with
my Moo pals.
Given those conditions, I was, at a loss for what to do. Then,
I remembered how good, I felt when I had my last 2 cats, named
Stevie and Duncan. These felines companions had endured 4 years
with me and 3 moves, only to one day find themselves, being
shipped to another home because the woman (?) I was dating, at
the time, was allergic to cats.
Yes! I know, what I did was truly stupid and lacking in
benevolence. But sometimes, we make huge boo-boos, only to regret
them later. At any rate, fate brought me to redeem myself for the
crime I had committed unto my past feline companions.
I went to the nearest animal refuge center and walked through
the facilities, looking for 1 cat. Yet, in a cage there were 2
cats together, and one of them was pawing at me, through the
bars.
The other kitty was sleeping, while the bigger kitty insisted
on getting my attention. Our eyes met and I fell in love. It was
that quick and simple, for me. Their owner had given them up,
because her daughter was allergic to them. Hmmm! Can we say:
payback time?
The cats had no names attached. They had no medical history,
no tags. They arrived bare and were destined to be destroyed, by
that following Friday. So, the caretaker mused to me. I took them
both, for two reasons. One, they were not kittens and two, nobody
wants old cats.
So now I have what I wanted all along: Attention, love on a
constant basis. And I'm terribly missed by my feline pals, when
I'm away.
Note: Che passed away of old age in August 2000. He was about 12 years old. I now have his ashes resting by the window he loved to use as his napping station. I took Shoni for a checkup soon thereafter.
At the vet's office there were two cats who have been abandoned by their owner: Max and Sam. Two male neutered cats, brother of the same littler. They were two year old.
At first, I was only going to take Sam home but I couldn't bear to leave Max behind without his brother. So I took them both home.
The adjustment was hell for all concerned. Shoni held his own very well. Considering the brothers had claws and he didn't. He showed him who's boss.
The Cuddle Slut: a
five-year-old male multicolored tabby
Name Origin
The first origin comes, from that certain scruffy
bunny's, naming the stuffed scruffy rabbit, I had
purchased, for myself last X-mas. I sleep with that
stuffed rabbit every night. I do however have to confess,
I know not how to pronounce that name properly, to this
day.
The second also comes from a cat that lives above that
certain scruffy bunny's building. E didn't tell me of
this until e returned home and casually mentioned it to
me.
Favorite Hobbies
Jumpin on my lap and suckle at the inside of my right
elbow while mewling, as I type.
Being found on my kitchen table when I come home from
work, only to have him twist his head on the table, so
that I can scratch lower chin as he mewls at me: Hello.
Getting up, on his hind legs, to reach the bathtub and
putting his head, between his front paws, so I can kiss
it. He'll do this 3 times and not do it again, until the
next bath ritual.
Putting his paws around my neck to hug me, before he
suckles on the inside of my elbow.
Sometimes, he'll suckle on my entire arm. He'll reach my
wrist and lick his way back, like one who types on a
typewriter.
Jumping on my lap, as I type to push the top of his head
into my chin, so we can mark each other with our cheeks.
Later, to simply lie on my lap with his head, blissfully
resting on my right forearm. Mewling, every now and
softly for me to make a fuss of him, at intervals.
The affection monger: a
three-year-old orange tabby
Name Origin
Named after a teeny weeny pocket bear that certain
scruffy bunny, gave me for X-mas.
Named after Castro's right hand man, during the Cuban
Revolution: Ernesto "Che" Guevara who
incidentally, was an Argentine.
My nickname when I lived in Venezuela.
Term of familiarity in Argentina: The equivalent of pal,
bud, dude..etc.
Favorite Hobbies
Jumping on my lap as I type, to lay his entire body over
the keyboard, as if to say, "Look, I want some
attention and I want it now."
Jumping on my chest, no sooner, than I lay on my bed, so
he can suckle on my left thumb, for precisely 15 minutes
as he kneads on my chest.
Waiting for me in my bed, at night, while mewling at me,
once in a while, as if to say, "I need that
thumb. I need to suckle..Gosh darn it!"
Be the first, to complain about the menu du jour, by
staring at me, as I leave the food bowl and walk away.
Pushing Shoni away with his paw, tapping on Shoni's rump,
to get his pal, to jump off my lap, so he can get some
loving too. As if to say, "Hey, you had x amount of
time with that lap. It's my turn now. Scoot, will
ya."
Marking me every night, before he sucks my thumb and
before he jumps off my chest. He literally grinds his
whiskers into my chin, so hard, sometimes it hurts.
Jumping on the edge of the bathtub, to scoop up water to
drink it with his paw, as I try to take a bath.
Waking me up at 05:00 hrs. every morning, without fail to
suck on my thumb. However, I cannot avoid him. If I so
much as try to ignore him, he meows really loud as if to
say, "Hey! What do you think you're doing,
buster?"
Maxwell: Nicknames: Max, Max Factor, Maxi Pad
The resident mewler: a
two year-old grey tabby
Samuel: Nicknames: Sammy, Sam, Sammy Boy
The resident groomer: a
two year-old grey and white tabby
