Our new house guest.


Anybody that know our little family know my husband is not a big fan of pets. Especially other peoples pets. I always thought he hated them, but come to think of it he has never been cruel or mean to an animal. This week a family is PCSing (moving away) they waited until the last moment to find their cat a home. This is an older Russian Blue cat, named Chuck. A friend of mine expressed interest in the cat but she is currently moving from off post apartment to on post housing. That left about a 5-6 day gap, and with the family leaving it seemed for sure this cat was going to the shelter. Koreans are not big on adopting pets and even less cats….even less than that an adult cat. My husband wasn’t home that night, and thinking “OMG he is going to KILL me!” I volunteer to watch the cat for the few days until my friend moved in to her new place.
Enter Chuck, a very very sweet cat. With a bit of a cuddle monster aspect to him. However I refused to call anybody even, even a cat, Chuck. So amongst fits of giggles with a friend, we ended up with Philiped Chuck Meowington.
My husband comes home not all too amused but understanding but the cat is nowhere to be found. He has been hiding since he got home. We go about our day and come back not knowing what to expect.
What I didn’t expect was a the cat stretched out on our bed, like he belong there. While I put lil Thomas to bed I hear my husband.
“ahhh!! Get it off me! It’s too friendly! It’s too friendly!”
I turn around to see the cat sitting on my husband chest looking straight in his eyes as if saying “hello there, you must be my new person. I like you, now pet me.”
He is very very insistent on being petted but doesn’t really meow, or messes with our things.
What I didn’t expect at all was how my husband would smile and pet him back or see the cat curled up next to my husband as his favorite person in the household.

Working his magic on my husband.

Thomas was so happy, I’m feel guilty that he will have to leave us soon. He talks to the cat, signs to the cat, comes home and first thing he does it look for the cat. He says, “He’s not a dog but I like him, he’s a good cat”. I’m writing this while my boys are on the couch, My husband writing for NaNoWriMo and my son watching TV with Philiped.

Keeping Thomas company

Gonna have to be careful with this one, or I’m gonna be sad to let him go too.


2 responses »

  1. Oh, pffft. Don’t let Joey fool you. He might not like many animals but he loves cats. They hold that intrigue and mysterious bitchiness that he loves. So of course the cat would get along with him. We’d always had cats in our house and he always gets a kick out of the KittyCow.

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