Greetings Cat Lovers!!
Most of the time we get a little annoyed at our furballs leaving hair everywhere. We spend several dollars to keep our clothing and furniture fur free. We work hard to keep pie work clothes hairless. We clean, we find hairs we missed and cleaned again.
It was particularly impossible not to get to work with a few hairs that escaped the lint roller. My boss was a dog person and he had a mean junkyard dog personality. He would always find cat hairs on my uniform, it became the daily joke..."How many push-ups will Sgt S have to do today?" They took polls. They laughed with me and at me. My nickname in the shop was Crazy Cat Lady...I wore it proudly.
My cats knew when I was going to deploy. My duffel bag became everyone's favorite napping place, as if they didn't want to be left behind.
When I arrived in Iraq in '06, I was worn out from the journey. Finally got my bags and found my hooch, this would be home for six months. I started unpacking and when I started taking uniforms out of the bags I saw something strangely familiar...CAT HAIR!! It made me smile! A piece of them came with me. A blessing to me. I collected a small furball and carried in my pocket hoping by having their fur close to me I'd be less homesick. The idea I could pet them from thousands away was great but as great as it was, it made me miss them even more. Other people had photos of wives and girlfriends..... I had a booklet of cats. When I got home the cats remembered me! [/SIZE
Most of the time we get a little annoyed at our furballs leaving hair everywhere. We spend several dollars to keep our clothing and furniture fur free. We work hard to keep pie work clothes hairless. We clean, we find hairs we missed and cleaned again.
It was particularly impossible not to get to work with a few hairs that escaped the lint roller. My boss was a dog person and he had a mean junkyard dog personality. He would always find cat hairs on my uniform, it became the daily joke..."How many push-ups will Sgt S have to do today?" They took polls. They laughed with me and at me. My nickname in the shop was Crazy Cat Lady...I wore it proudly.
My cats knew when I was going to deploy. My duffel bag became everyone's favorite napping place, as if they didn't want to be left behind.
When I arrived in Iraq in '06, I was worn out from the journey. Finally got my bags and found my hooch, this would be home for six months. I started unpacking and when I started taking uniforms out of the bags I saw something strangely familiar...CAT HAIR!! It made me smile! A piece of them came with me. A blessing to me. I collected a small furball and carried in my pocket hoping by having their fur close to me I'd be less homesick. The idea I could pet them from thousands away was great but as great as it was, it made me miss them even more. Other people had photos of wives and girlfriends..... I had a booklet of cats. When I got home the cats remembered me! [/SIZE
