I didn’t have animals growing up. I used to temporarily steal the neighbors’ animals, but I never had one of my own. I was the neighborhood cat watcher and a damn good one as I not only fed the furry beasts but I petted them as I was deprived of such a pleasure all of my life.
When I got older I started adopting cats. Schmitty adopted me when I was 19, Pookum came into my life when I was 22 and Tucker the Fucker arrived two years ago.
He’s a Big Guy. He’s also all of the following: Fatty Poopington, Chubs Mahone, Chubs McKensey, Professor Snugglesworth, and Fatty McPherson. Scmitty is the biggest most lovable cat there is. And I really mean that. He’s a sweetheart and I love him like he’s a person. Actually, I love him more than I like most people.
Yesterday, my boss called out as she had to put her 18-year-old cat to sleep last night and wanted to spend as much time as possible with her before doing so.
Last night, when I got home I grabbed the Big Guy and snugged with him like I’ve never snugged with him before. Then, I moved on to Tucker and then Pookum. Tucker was all, “Yo bitch, why you doin’ this to me?” And Pookum just talked a lot. Schmitty ate the attention up.
Not only was I deprived of all the snuggling, I was also deprived of putting them to sleep. I guess there is an upside to never getting attached to these fuzzy beasts as you never ever have to say goodbye.
Edited to add:
Here is a video of Pookum. Pookum Gets Her Cute On
Schmitty, Pookum and Toby Joe.