Show me your pussy…

Click bait. Gotcha!

I’m going a little off topic here despite the title, though I’ll probably use dating metaphors and descriptions because that is my genre. But I wanted to share with you something I have wanted to do for a very long time…I adopted a furbaby!

He’s an 8 year old Tom Cat and a bit of a slut. He loves to be fussed, and be close and cuddle, honestly, I think he’s the best little spoon I’ve ever had. Right now he is curled up on my lap purring away, nudging my hand ever so slightly should I dare to focus on writing this blog for too long.

I’ve always been an animal lover. Ever since I can remember. When I was toddling about I used to pull on the tail of my Nans cat, Sooty. My version of showing love back then.

Then when I was 7 my Mum agreed that I could keep a pet Hamster. I was over the moon and named him Pepsi. I squeeze cuddled that hamster so hard I’m surprised his head didn’t pop off. Pepsi was clever and managed to figure out how to escape his cage, he’d always come back but not without first scaring the daylights out of Mum by scurrying across the kitchen floor.

Then when I was 13, I found myself the proud owner of a cat that just turned up at our back door and never left! Breezer was not very good in a litter tray and my Mum, not being an animal person, gave him up for adoption one day. I was inconsolable. But in hindsight, he was never really my cat.

Then at the age of 21 I adopted a very bouncy 18 month old Labrador cross who was affectionately named Dozy Rosie. Dozy was the light of my life. She saw me through all my major life breakthroughs; job successes, my first independent living, an engagement, a miscarriage, a baby, a breakup, my first house purchase, my heartbreaks. That girl was by my side through all of it, her unwavering loyalty and buoyant joy for life was all this girl could ever need. Sadly though, following a successful promotion which changed my working hours, I was no longer able to offer her the same loyalty and gratitude and my sociable puppy turned into a sad, lonely and depressed shell of a dog. I tried so hard to keep her and provide the happy life she deserved, but in the end I succumbed to what I knew was the best thing for her…after 9 solid years of furry friendship, she went to a new home.

I have never ever been so sad. I couldn’t breathe through the tears when the day to say goodbye came. I was losing my best friend, companion and emotional rock and there was nobody to replace her. She couldn’t be replaced!

That was 3 years ago and I’m still not over it, but I’m healed enough to be able to accept a new pet in my life.

And in comes Mordecai (not my choice, but I like that its a biblical), who I affectionately dub Mord de Cat or Lord Mord when he’s being a bumhole. Mord likes to high 5. He likes to paw. He purrs all the time. I can’t go anywhere without him trailing at my heels. He likes to pad and he snores. He plays fetch and chatters to the birds in the morning (who needs sleep anyway). He’s got a preference for chicken and ham and bread. He likes to be held like a baby and have his belly rubbed. Actually, come to think of it, I’m not too sure he is a cat. He’s certainly not what I expected which is furry ball of fluff with an air of ‘I’m too good for you Hooman’. All I have to do is feed him, rub his belly sometimes and give him a cuddle to receive his version of loving. If only Human men were that easy.

I look back on my animal owning life and wonder why I am a pet person. None of my family have ever kept pets, unless a few fish count (it doesn’t 😉). I’ve always had this in-built need to look after something that isn’t me, which is a huge joke because I can’t really look after myself. I just about manage to scrape through raising a boy child, which some might describe as dragging up. Motherhood is hard. I wouldn’t change it though.

But providing pets with emotional and physical needs? No problem! Devoting time, attention to pets? No problem. Give up an afternoon of my own social life to just be with a pet? N O P R O B L E M!

But if a man asked any me for any of those things? Noooo way!

And that is because a pet will not break your heart. Not directly or on purpose anyway. Rosie did snap the heel chewing on my favourite pair of shoes once though. And Breezer broke my heart by not keeping his mess in the kitty litter. Meh, he was fickle anyway.

Mord has been with me for a month nearly, so there’s still time for him to break my heart in his non-vindictive way, but for now, I’m just enjoying the cuddles, the companionship and the new sounds of purring filling my ears.

Are you an animal lover?