I contemplated calling this post ‘Becoming A Crazy Cat Lady’ but then I reminded myself that Pixel is the only cat I have ever obsessed about, I only tolerate friends cats who I’ve known since they were kittens and I proceed with extreme caution around cats I’ve never seen before.
Growing up we had a few pet cats, but my most prominent memory of any of them is my sister throwing one.. Tango was his name… in the bath with me and the poor thing clinging and scraping his claws all down the side of my body. From top to bottom. I know in this situation the real victim was Tango but for various reason a fear of cats grew within me. That was until Pixel (P) melted by heart.
H has had P for nearly 6 years and when H and I first began dating. I would spend a lot of time avoiding P and hoping he’d be out the cottage most of them time I was around. But how things have changed! I could spend hours watching this little fluff ball who has the softest of tummies. And although in general I’m not a huge cat person. He’s made me a little crazy. His love for my homemade pom pom garlands makes my smile so big – he might be the only one who appreciates them. We’ve narrowed his favourite food down to Applaw’s tasty jellies which he eats out of his extremely smart Hepper bowl because well, he’s a damn fashionable kitty!
What I’m trying to say is, I don’t know when I became so obsessed with P but I’ve even stopped minding him sleeping on top of me every damn night, I’ve picked out his birthday card and I’m seriously considering ordering him this cat bed even though he’ll never use it and H will think it’s a pointless purchase. I have even walked him on his lead – semi essential since we’ve moved house and he’s still adjusting to his surrounding. Although I’m not categorising myself as a cat lady just yet I should probably mention that last weekend H and I ended up at Jersey’s very own Cat show and we have had Meow Parlour booked for our trip to New York next month for some time. Seriously though H shows me all their Instagram videos.