(That was for you, Justine!)
Actually, I don’t have a confession. Or a tape recorder for that matter. I just have a blog post that I’ve been thinking about for some time. It does, however, involve a confession. About my cat. And how much I love him. And how I made him love me.
As you may know, a little over a year ago I became the proud owner of my first official pet, Boo the cat. In an exciting series of events (or emails, rather) Boo went from subject of pet sitting to fostered animal to fostered-for-a-longer-period-of-time animal to mine forever and ever. It was an exciting time.
At first he hid under the bed except to come out twice a day to eat and use the little gentleman’s room. Then he began to come out to peek in the living room during the evenings. Slowly but surely, Boo would extend his time beyond the confines of the bedroom. Then he began to sleep by my head. And then he started sitting next to Dan to watch football. Eventually he would be waiting in the living room, near the door, whenever I would come home. So then I hatched my plan. Each time I came home, I would pick him up and hold him for a bit. The first few times the holding only lasted about five seconds. He would panic and look about for the nearest place to leap safely away. He then changed to an attitude of apathy; I was going to pick him up and he just accepted it (I also gladly accepted this change). Now, when I come home I grab him and he nuzzles under my chin. I ask him about his day and carry him around as I slip off my shoes. He meows loudly when I don’t leave enough room for him to sleep by me (this is something I am told, I sleep through everything). He even started throwing up his dinner because he would get so excited that I was home that he would eat too quickly (the vet said this is a thing; the most adorable gross thing ever, huh?).
Of course, Dan gets to share in a lot of Boo’s affections as well. But I’ve gotta say, all my work has paid off and I could not be happier. I love my tiny gentleman so much that I’m afraid to get another cat as his companion or even, gasp, have a child. I just don’t know if I can spare any extra love right now. Perhaps someday. But right now, I’m okay being the creepy lady who only posts pictures of her cat and food on Instagram. Now please excuse me while I go capture the most adorable nap ever being taken…