August 19th 2008 12:47 am
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Ivan;
Your mommy waited a long time for you. She made at least two trips to the shelter over a 9 month period looking for you, and had me regularly browse the available cats during that time, but you weren't there. I'm so glad you finally found her!
After Daddy died, and Mommy moved to her new home, she didn't have any husband, or kids, or pets to share her space with. She was so lonely that I knew it would only be a matter of time before she found another cat to love. Now that you live with her, you've turned her into a "let me tell you what my cat did!" type of mommy. She just adores you; you entertain her; you race to the door when she comes home; you must be wherever she is; you have boundless reserves of kitten energy. She's been my mommy much, much longer than she's been your mommy, and I'm so glad you bring her so much joy.
That's not to say you don't entertain us kids, though. I know that Tony gives you a hard time, and Tim and Derrick are allergic to furrballs like you, and that Lisa doesn't like you sleeping in baby Emma's crib, or that Becky can't believe Mommy lets you on the table and even put your bed on the table. How did you know that Julia was a cat purson? Must be that cat sense about you. Now that the grandbabies are able to walk, I can tell you're going to love having them around. Emma and Megan love to shake your toys and watch you run and leap on them. Don't worry about Lucy; she'll get used to you zipping by her and brushing her little leg with your tail.
Naturally, what they don't seem to understand is that cats take over the land. Now that you are fully comfortable in your domain, there's no place you won't go. The squirt bottle is not for ignoring, because the counters are not an appropriate place for you to sit. Did you miss that memo? The kick 'n play on the kitchen (which really was for the grandbabies but once you adopted it, the babies weren't allowed to sleep in all that fur) is the compromise you reached with Mommy because you simply wouldn't stay off of it, so at least now your long tail fur doesn't shed over the entire table.
You are such a loving cat. I love it how you race me down the hallway when I come with my laundry basket. You are an excellent laundry supervisor, as long as you stay on this side of the dryer door. I know you think you're also a wonderful cross-stitch assistant, but you really make a better door when you tear through the room just to jump into my lap, and land on top of my hoop instead. I now feel guilty that I thought you were scrawny and funny looking the first time I saw you, and thinking "this was the best she could find?" Just because you're not overstuffed like my Mackenzie & Sebastian doesn't mean you aren't a joy to hug. I'm still looking for the rest of you when I pick you up!
As you've grown you've developed a full Maine Coon mane and plumage. I am certain Mommy got a gem when she got you! It's a good thing you love to be brushed - on your face, that is. It's also a grand thing that you tolerate Mommy brushing your pantalooms and tail. It's funny watching you groom, as your fur is now longer than your neck and tongue! You are so bushy and fluffy; its hard to tell how much cat is on those bones!
You remind us of your much loved sister, Missy, who I grew up with, and who could tear up the stairs like a herd of buffalo despite being a petite cat. You thunder through the trailer just like she did the stairs. I can't imagine what it sounds like from the outside!
You are, however, the strangest cat I've ever met; the first one I know that has no interest in catnip. What is the matter with you? You are indeed strange in that regard.
I'm so glad Jesus chose you to take care of my mama. I wish you both a long & rich life of love and joy together, just like Missy & Boogie did before you.
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