As a gay man,
who could have ever imagine I'd ever be surrounded by pussies?!?
My first cat,
was love at first sight!!
I lost her only too quickly,
but perhaps it prepared me for what was to come....
"Miss Carrie Brad'Chat"
The day after I lost Igraine...
A neighbor literally dropped this cat in my lap!!
An angry alcoholic with a demented dog.
Where he [really] got this cat,
I've got absolutely no idea!!
But I found it hiding behind a bookshelf,
scared absolutely shitless!!!
I brought it home
and shortly afterward,
a friend showed up and said:
Oh!! She's a keeper!!
I'd be the keeper....
But while I was mourning for Igraine,
named after Sarah Jessica Parker's character in Sex and the City,
became an inspiration.
I must admit I find it hard to believe it's already been 5 years since I've been dealing
with Carrie's moods and quirks...
I can still remember her as she first laid on my couch
after spending 24 hours with that angry alcoholic....
And I have no regrets whatsoever taking her in.
We both adapted ourselves to each other.
Ophelia, Ophelia, Ophelia!!
How did I come by her?
Because some heartless asshole dumped her in the toilet where I work...
She smelled of feces but I fell in love with her instantly!!!
While other employees gave her a bath and found her a cage from the research center,
(thanks everyone for this!!!),
I went home during my lunch to pick up the carrier,
and after my day at work,
I brought her home by taxi,
safely in that carrier,
and took her to the cat room...
The first 24 hours were crucial....
She was still scared!!
of Carrie too!!
But after a while,
she got used to me.
That's another story....
But she is such a darling,
I couldn't imagine life without her!!
Life is a funny thing!!
While most would imagine me worrying about dicks
and just how much of that I can get...
(like I once did...)
Pussies now dominate my agenda!!
I got to be home for their meals:
I never go away for more than 24 hours,
You get the idea,
They depend on me
and I take this responsibly very seriously.
Many would tell me that cats can survive for longer than that,
but judging from my own experience,
cats are not THAT independent
and NEED their owner to be there for them.
And I am more than willing to be that kind of person.
I had Carrie declawed because she was way too malicious,
but I promised her to scratch her as much as she would ever want,
and she makes sure daily I hold up on that promise....
As for Ophelia,
still scared of flushing toilets and such,
as inadequate as she can be in some matters,
she is still the best fur ball to have around.
Such a cutie!!
How could I ever resist her?!?
So my heart is torn between a Calico Cat and a Tortoise Shell one...
Why would I need to choose one?
I love them both and try to treat them equally.
Not an easy task as these two females have a turf war going on,
but I am here to regulate this.
I wish I could regulate human wars THAT easily....
No such luck!!!
And news only prove me right...
In case you didn't know,
Hence the pictures of my unwilling victims...