Very random. I hope I donâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji]t put you to sleep, unless that is why youâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji]re up late reading this forum. In that case…youâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji]re welcome. There is no pressing issue here whatsoever. Iâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji]m just kinda riffinâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji]…
This began as a post in the “Crossing the Bridge†section, but apparently I have to square a few things with myself first. Visiting that forum made me think of ALL my furball friends that I have ever had in my lifetime. I need to record a little background before I can discuss the oneâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji]s that have crossed over.
The cats we had as a child were really my mothersâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji] cats of course. I used to say that when I came back in my next life, I would like to return as one of my momsâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji] cats
Pretty much spoiled rotten. But they always received the best of care and mom taught my brothers and me the importance of getting them fixed and having all their shots. But as a teenager my folks would shut their bedroom door at night so our Siamese, Grace, would usually sleep with me on my bed. I always looked forward to it and Iâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji]m certain my brothers were jealous.
My wife Cynthia and I have been married for almost 16 years. The cats we have had since weâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji]ve been together are *mostly* hers. She handles the majority of tasks associated with them as Iâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji]m sure ‘mostâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji] women do. I am generalizing, and apologize to my fellow gentlemen forum members if they are offended.
I have always been a cat person, but I also recognize that Cindy enjoys feeding, brushing and taking the helm in all matters considering our cats. Iâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji]m always happy to help (and I get to do the boxes…oh joy…) but she doesnâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji]t require a lot of help so I defer to her.
What transpires is the obvious bond the cats have with Cindy. Oh, itâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji]s plain they love me. I canâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji]t even walk past one without stopping to touch it at least briefly and they return the favor quite often. They all hop up in my lap at least once a day, and Panda will stay for as long as I allow it. Iâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji]m sure all you folks know how difficult it is to type with a furball in your lap. If I am special to the cats…my wife is extra special to them. Sometimes I volunteer to feed them in an attempt to curry their favor. She agrees I should do so more often, but I donâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji]t believe it would change the outcome. They know who mommy is.
I wish they would sleep next to me, but they donâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji]t. Despite my being the warmer human (by far!), whichever cat is currently champion of the quilt almost invariably sleeps ON Cindy. Right up to her chin so they are nearly exchanging breaths with her. Hank; Skully; Panda; Gizmo; Linus…they all chose her and I laugh in jealousy because I want them to sleep between us so I can pet them. Cynthia wants them to settle down so she can sleep and would prefer I didnâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji]t continue to pet them while they are perched on her. Panda tries sometimes with me, but I canâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji]t possibly fall asleep with her in that position like their mother can, so she hops up to the other dresser, onto her favorite Seahawks blanket.
Kess was Gizmosâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji] littermate, and she preferred being under the bed. Gibson slept on Cindy when he was a kitten (despite our handshake agreement that he was MY cat! The nerve…
) but now he prefers the cat-bed on the dresser. Panda would sleep on her again if she didnâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji]t think she would get tormented by Gibson or by the recently departed Linus. Panda is a paranoid kitty...you know the type. You would think itâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji]s a good thing Gibson doesnâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji]t sleep on Cindy anymore because heâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji]s 15lbs now, but Hank used to sleep on her every single night, and he was perhaps 16lbs. She didnâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji]t care…especially with Hank. Iâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji]ll talk at length about Hank more in my next post.
This is what this is really all awkwardly leading to: discussing our little friends that have crossed over, and eventually coming to terms about… Linus.
But of course, I will continue this in the appropriate section. Perhaps tomorrow, weâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji]ll see. LOL…at this rate Iâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji]ll never get to 100 posts…
This began as a post in the “Crossing the Bridge†section, but apparently I have to square a few things with myself first. Visiting that forum made me think of ALL my furball friends that I have ever had in my lifetime. I need to record a little background before I can discuss the oneâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji]s that have crossed over.
The cats we had as a child were really my mothersâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji] cats of course. I used to say that when I came back in my next life, I would like to return as one of my momsâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji] cats
My wife Cynthia and I have been married for almost 16 years. The cats we have had since weâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji]ve been together are *mostly* hers. She handles the majority of tasks associated with them as Iâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji]m sure ‘mostâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji] women do. I am generalizing, and apologize to my fellow gentlemen forum members if they are offended.
I have always been a cat person, but I also recognize that Cindy enjoys feeding, brushing and taking the helm in all matters considering our cats. Iâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji]m always happy to help (and I get to do the boxes…oh joy…) but she doesnâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji]t require a lot of help so I defer to her.
What transpires is the obvious bond the cats have with Cindy. Oh, itâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji]s plain they love me. I canâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji]t even walk past one without stopping to touch it at least briefly and they return the favor quite often. They all hop up in my lap at least once a day, and Panda will stay for as long as I allow it. Iâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji]m sure all you folks know how difficult it is to type with a furball in your lap. If I am special to the cats…my wife is extra special to them. Sometimes I volunteer to feed them in an attempt to curry their favor. She agrees I should do so more often, but I donâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji]t believe it would change the outcome. They know who mommy is.
I wish they would sleep next to me, but they donâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji]t. Despite my being the warmer human (by far!), whichever cat is currently champion of the quilt almost invariably sleeps ON Cindy. Right up to her chin so they are nearly exchanging breaths with her. Hank; Skully; Panda; Gizmo; Linus…they all chose her and I laugh in jealousy because I want them to sleep between us so I can pet them. Cynthia wants them to settle down so she can sleep and would prefer I didnâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji]t continue to pet them while they are perched on her. Panda tries sometimes with me, but I canâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji]t possibly fall asleep with her in that position like their mother can, so she hops up to the other dresser, onto her favorite Seahawks blanket.
Kess was Gizmosâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji] littermate, and she preferred being under the bed. Gibson slept on Cindy when he was a kitten (despite our handshake agreement that he was MY cat! The nerve…
This is what this is really all awkwardly leading to: discussing our little friends that have crossed over, and eventually coming to terms about… Linus.
But of course, I will continue this in the appropriate section. Perhaps tomorrow, weâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji]ll see. LOL…at this rate Iâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji]ll never get to 100 posts…