Next month my husband, John, and I will celebrate our 23rd wedding anniversary. There are many reasons why I’m attracted to my guy: He’s a cutie pie, a fantastic cook, has a silly sense of humor, and does nice things for me like starting my car on cold days and telling me I’m beautiful … and he’s a total cat guy. He grew up with cats and, since we’ve been together, we’ve always shared our home with at least one kitty.
There’s just something about a guy who loves cats that makes me absolutely swoon. Animal lovers, in general, are attractive, but someone who wraps his heart around a kitty is extra special in my book. To me it takes a certain amount of vulnerability to openly show sweetness to a cat. It’s that softness that wins me over every time.
John has always been comfortable sharing his feelings and demonstrating affection, with humans and cats alike. Here are five ways my cat-loving valentine makes me melt.
Every night before he turns in, John places a purple throw-pillow on a chair for Cosmo. The Cos-man loves to sleep on top of things, especially pillows. We have some nice, big throw pillows to which he’s taken a particular shine. It makes me smile to wake up in the morning and see Cosmo curled up on the purple pillow. I grin even wider imagining John fluffing it up for him, wanting his kitty to enjoy a comfortable night’s sleep.
Our cats are the most unpredictable eaters. They haven’t always been on the same type of food, but recently we switched everyone over to a brand they all seem to enjoy. Because they didn’t always eat the same food, we have their bowls positioned in different spaces in the kitchen and dining room areas.
It’s not such a big deal anymore if they switch bowls, but John still keeps an eye on them and makes sure everyone eats their own food at meal time. It’s not anything major, but it’s just adorable to watch him monitor the kitties while they eat and gently guide them back to their bowls when they stray.
A man who baby-talks to a cat jumps the hotness scale about 1,000 percent. John calls the cats “Baby” and, although he doesn’t sound especially mushy, his sweet tone during their “conversations” is simply squee-worthy. Oh, and he calls himself “Daddy” to the kitties. Cuteness overload!
I recently wrote a post that included a bit about the routine Phoebe and John share every evening. While I’m getting ready for bed, they enjoy snuggle time on top of the bed. And if he’s not on that bed while I’m brushing my teeth, she seeks him out and verbally demands his presence. And, because he’s a total sucker, he immediately complies. Then she purrs and trills at maximum volume while she head-butts him and collapses in a pool of contented goo right up against him.
John and I have been together long enough that he’s never surprised with the weird requests I make of him, especially when it comes to cat-related assistance I need for my writing assignments. “Hey, honey — can you take a photo of me pressed up against the heat vent?” “Sweetie, can you hold the video camera while I eat this food the cat picked out for me?” He never questions any of it. He just smiles and jumps right in. This, my friends, is what you call true love.
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About the Author: Angie Bailey is an eternal optimist with an adoration of all things silly. Loves pre-adolescent boy humor, puns, making up parody songs, thinking about cats doing people things and The Smiths. Writes Catladyland, a cat humor blog, Texts from Mittens (birthed right here on Catster) and authored whiskerslist: the kitty classifieds, a silly book about cats wheeling and dealing online. Partner in a production company and writes and acts in comedy web series that features sketches and mockumentaries. Mother to two humans and three cats, all of which want her to make them food.
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