I was staring out the window trying to think of something to post about when my eyes wandered over to this thing sitting by the window...
I've mentioned it before, but I used to LOVE my pets, and then grew to almost HATE them. I think something about having little ones in the house made me intolerant of any other thing needing my affection or care. I won't say I hated our cats with a burning passion near the end, but it was a very close thing. I loved being a pet-free family, and I never would have got another pet for myself. I made the supreme sacrifice for the kids, and was dreading all the things that come with owning a pet.
So here's the confession: I love this dumb cat. He makes me happy. I love reading a book with him puring on my lap. I love playing with him and his feather toy on my bed. (Yes, I even let him on my bed.) I love his furry paws and ears. I love that when he plays with us he never uses his claws, none of us have ever been scratched by him. I love that he tolerates Hannah dragging him all over the house, the poor guy. I love that he plays fetch. And maybe it's just because he's new or something? but I haven't noticed any fur anywhere other than on his cute little self. And, this is weird, I'm allergic to cats, but I'm not allergic to him. I read something online saying if you're allergic to cats you should test out cats with different colouring because that can make a difference and this cat looks almost identical to our childhood cat Jynx and I was never allergic to her.... ???
I don't know, but he is the best cat. I love him.