call me anything but cat lady

Because I’m nothing if but honest, I have to tell you there were about fourteen working titles for this post. It’s the part I struggled with the most. Well, I actually struggled more with the decision that led me here, but it runs a close second.

Some of those titles?

  • I am not a cat person
  • I hate cats
  • The truth about cats
  • The ugly truth about cats
  • How I am a pushover
  • How my son is spoiled
  • Why I am not a cat person
  • How does one own a cat?
  • Cats can live for 21 years?!

I was quite fond of that last one but I didn’t want to come across as … well, as bad as it makes me sound.

I blame my friend Jill for this. You see, I was fortunate to enjoy a day off with Connor last week Friday. We arranged for a little playdate with his buddy Sage (and by default, Sage’s sisters). We arrived and the “date” quickly led to an injury. Of.course. My kid, who rarely finds himself in harm’s way, found a stick on his leg. Well, he found the stick after it had left a nice hole bearing a striking resemblance to the Grand Canyon down most of his leg. Did you see that show Skywire? Holy cow.

Anyway, we bandaged him up like good mothers would with gauze-like stuff and Band-Aids. The Band-Aids were actually serving as tape. You would never know Jill is married to a first responder. Truth be told, the MacGyver style bandaging was my terrible idea. Not long after, the outdoor play subsided substantially and the girls were sharing how they swaddle and love on their cat, Bullet. Bullet was a cute cat but remember … I am not a fan of cats. I actually told Jill my favorite ‘i hate cats’ story about being at a small group meeting when the hosts’ cat jumped right on my lap at the dining table and I lost all ability to speak I was in such horror. They smell fear. I’m sure of it.

She said, “Oh, you should totally get a cat. You would love it.” That’s neat, I thought. I wouldn’t love it. It would be just the opposite. Besides, I’m a dog person.

I’ve wanted to get a dog for a while but I have a little problem. I can’t have a dog over 25 pounds and most of the dogs I’ve seen that weigh under 25 pounds look like rats. Jumbo-sized sewer rats! (Name that movie.)

I’m also not home all that often and I would feel really badly leaving a dog for long periods of time. But still, a cat? I don’t even know how to own a cat.

When it came time to leave, Connor was hiding out under the pool table downstairs petting Bullet. He actually proclaimed his love for Bullet right then and there. And when we got in the car? You’ll never guess what he said … “Moooooom, can we please, please, please get a cat?”

That afternoon, we sought out different cat breeds to see which one might look tolerable. I didn’t see any. Connor thought they were all cute. Why wouldn’t he? He was obsessed. We drove on down to Pet Smart and saw two cats that would be part of an adoption event Saturday. The very first one we saw peeked at us with her bright green eyes and the rest? Well, you know what they say.

Her name is Charlotte (but I like calling her Charlie; it just sounds tougher) and someone dropped her off at the Barry County Animal Shelter in what they call a ‘bin’. A bin. Lame. She may be two and she may also be a nice, well-behaved cat. Well, aside from the biting game she plays with me. I’m not a fan of that.

After much Googling, I figured out a few things and so far we’re doing okay. I can’t wait until Connor comes home tomorrow so she can make her cute kitty sounds at him. I’m still trying to accept the fact that she could live for nineteen more years.

a boy and his ... cat.

a boy and his … cat.

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