I was here thinking about what to write next when my cat jumped on top of the keyboard. I gently put her down and assured her I would pet her soon. She wants it now! She wrapped her body around my legs and meowed insistently. I wanted to keep writing but I realized I rather pet her now than at 3 in the morning. People that have cats totally understand that everything is on their terms.
Fuffy is no different. She rules. We got her when she was a few weeks old, abandoned by the mom cat she immediately bonded with us. She is now ten years old and still looks to be around 2. Probably the fur hides the wrinkles…
Until a few years ago Fuffy had the run of the house but when she decided to be so needy in the early morning she was banned to the office. (Maybe I’ll put a bed there for my husband too, ha ha ha!) Back to the cat…Our kitty is very sweet and the total opposite of our first cat.
Kotex was his name. A black, mean, always furious and ready to attack cat. Of course with that name who could blame him?
Our mean kitty got that name because he had an appetite for dirty tampons. I was his favorite because I could provide them but it was It was very gross to come home and have to pick up half chewed tampons. We soon fixed that vampiristic behavior by chopping his balls off, not literally of course, but he got fixed. The name stayed and was a cause for several embarrassing moments.
For about seven years we used to travel between here and New York and he always went with us. As much as he hated the trips, life in New York would have been unbearable without Kotex.
Once, a few days before returning home, Kotex disappeared. I was distraught – he was my baby – I had to find him, and I would do anything. So, picture this: In a tough neighborhood in Brooklyn, I had to search the whole building by calling him…Kotex! Kotex! Come here Kotex! It was hilarious. People looked at me like I was crazy; floor-by-floor I kept on calling him. Two days later, after hours of me yelling Kotex in a Brooklyn apartment building, this old man tells me he can hear a fainr meow inside his apartment. Yep, there he was; hiding in the closet of some semi-deaf man’s apartment.
I still smile when I think of my vampire kitty, I miss him sometimes but I am really glad Fuffy is not called Tampax.
