Having animals is great. I love how cuddle-y they can be and how sweet. And of course, I love loving on them just as much. Our cat has such a different personality. He doesn’t get in your lap, but he will lay next to you on the couch. He likes to be by himself. If he’s not on the couch with someone (and he will only get up there if there is one person), he is in his bed. His favorite time is when the sliding glass door is open and his bed is nearby. He can sit in his bed and pretend to be in nature.
Our animal holds such a special place in our hearts. He – the animal – decided that Jeremy was the one for me. No, really. If my cat hadn’t been such a scaredy cat, Jeremy might not be here. But let’s not talk about that. As the years go by, you realize that your animal has changed you. And he has.
He has become our child.
He rules our house. Whenever Jeremy gets home, he’s at the door waiting for him. When Jeremy – or both of us – are in the kitchen, he thinks he can get something from us to eat. He will chat your ear off if you let him – or have food nearby.
We take his feelings into account.
We have debated over and over about getting another cat, but we always go back to Bubaloo’s feelings. We don’t want to hurt his feelings by bringing in another animal. It’s sad, but true. I know that he would probably be fine with another cat around, but I’m not ready to risk it just yet.
We worry about him too often.
I have these really irrational thoughts that one day I am going to come home and our house will be gone. I worry that something will happen to him when we aren’t there. I worry that someone will snatch him up and steal him.
We miss him like he’s our child.
If we have been on a trip – or even just gone for the night – I wonder what he did and how he’s doing. I miss him like crazy. It’s pretty sad actually. He has become such a huge part of our lives. When we were in Asheville after our wedding, I worried and missed about him almost every day. I wondered if he had enough food. If his water bowl was full. If his cat litter had been changed. It’s a terrible cycle!
I really can’t imagine life without his fluffy-ness all around our house. And his cat hair. So much cat hair!