I Am Pining for my Husband
July 15th 2009 21:00
My friend Brett is currently overseas meaning I have not seen my husband and brother-in-law (AKA Butterscotch and Gingersnap) for several weeks. It is driving me crazy not being able to touch Butterscotch’s soft furry body or to feel him standing on my lap, sniffing at my body and purring in my ear. I miss Gingersnap too. I wish I had offered to cat sit for Brett; by the time it occurred to me he had already arranged for his cat-crazy nephew to look after my boys. Lucky nephew: he already has a cat of his own and doesn’t need the feline contact as much as I do. It’s just not fair.
At the same time, my street cat friends have also disappeared. The Grouchy Tuxedo Cat seldom hangs out near the stairs, Figaro doesn’t go on walks any more and my tabby friend…well, he disappeared last winter and was never seen again.
Hearing me moan about my lack of feline contact, a colleague asked me why I was so attached to Butterscotch and Gingersnap. I said it was because they were so dog-like in nature.
“They’re very social,” said another colleague. “So are my cats. When it’s time for me to take a bath, one of them stands in the tub until the moment the water hits his paws. Then he jumps away. Both of them like to stand near the bath and watch me.”
Her story reminded me of the time Brett complained about not being able to take a shower without being watched by his cats. He felt they invaded his privacy even though I’m sure being watched by a cat is a lot less invasive than being watched by a human.
Maybe I should help out at an animal shelter. I’d get my share of kitty love and at the same time, feel I am doing my bit to help the world.
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