Ok, so I grudingly admit I have a cat. I have never liked cats. I have always been quite allergic, although I have noticed that I'm able to acclimate myself to one cat at a time, over a period of time.
When I met my boyfriend, I was less than thrilled to learn that he had a cat. A big, black fluffy guy named Slick. He'd had him since high school and he certainly wasn't going anywhere, and neither was I. I eventually got to the point where I could be around him without my eyes swelling shut, although I still have to wash my hands after I pet him before I touch my face. I've written a couple of posts lately about how I've had to clean up after him, which has caused me to be rather annoyed by him. I've tried to remember that he's getting old, but when I stumble across cat poop at 6am, its hard to love the furry thing!
This morning at 7am my boyfriend's phone rang. it was his mom, who had just left for work. "I'm sorry to call," she sad. "But I think Slick got run over by a car." Her voice broke. "There's a black cat in the street. Can you go check?" My boyfriend hopped out of bed, pulled some pants on, grabbed a towel and ran down the street. As I waited anxiously for him to come back, I began to feel a little guilty about how I'd treated Slick lately. Last night he was looking for some love, and I refused to pet him because I didn't want to have to go wash my hands. And I'd certainly been yelling at him a lot, lately. I began to think about how much I really cared about that stupid cat. I remember days when I was too depressed to get out of bed, and how Slick would lay with me all day and keep me company. I laughed when I remembered that I was up at 4am the day my kids were born, walking around the house trying to deal with contractions, and he was meowing at me to let him out, not really caring that I was in labor! I have come to really care about the fluff ball, and I was in tears hoping he hadn't been killed.
Finally my boyfriend came back, empty-handed. "I don't think it was him," he said. "That cat had short hair." Thank God! And sure enough, shortly after my boyfriend left for work, here comes Slick, scratching on the kitchen door to be let in. "Hey, buddy, " I cried, opening the door for him and immediately bending down to pet him and give him some treats. He gave me a look that plainly said he thought I was nuts, and headed off to get a drink.
I still don't like cats, but I'm glad Slick is still with us.
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What a relief!
Yes, we were so glad Slick is ok!
I am glad it wasn't him also. Slick is a pretty kitty though. You made me laugh though you sound like Eric. He always claimed he didn't like cats either 2 cats later you find them on his lap lol
Yeah, I always tell my boyfriend "I don't like cats, I just like THIS cat."
Oh wow, I am so glad that Slick is ok! That is scary. We live on a main road and my cats have gotten out a few times, I always freak out. So glad he is ok! I had a cat, Freddie - it was a girl, my ex husband named her - she was 6 years old when she died :-( It started with her pooping outside the litter box. Turns out she had a heart defect. I didn't like Freddie much at all. She was always pretty weird. Now I am a cat person, love cats, but Freddie always freaked me out a bit. I remember coming home from work to find cat poop on the floor and screaming at her that I was going to have her put to sleep if she didn't start to use the litter box. About 2 weeks later, I went out to lunch, came home and went to look for her - she was dead :-( Under the bed in her favorite room. So very sad. I felt SO bad with all the yelling and telling her I was going to have her put down. I still feel bad to this day. Poor Freddie :-(
Anyway, so glad Slick is ok! {{HUGS}}
It's sounds kid of cheesy, but I feel like a got a second chance with Slick this morning. I was feeling SO guilty when I thought he was dead, and now that he's ok, I'll try to curb the yelling and pet him more. Thanks for understanding where I'm coming from!
Oh I totally understand. {{HUGS}} If I had a second chance with Freddie... I dunno, I would try to do things different. She was feral though, even though I had her since a kitten, she just never took to people. I could never, ever catch her to bring her to a vet. I found a vet that would come to my house, and when he came, he could not catch her either. He said "If she is moving that fast, she can't be that sick" and two weeks later she was dead :-( Its so hard when we are faced with possibly losing our furry friends. Its hard not to get frustrated with them from time to time too! I remember when we first got Lewy, as a kitten. He would wake me up at 5am every morning to be fed. Oh it would drive me insane and I'll yell all the way down to the feed bowls. Thankfully he outgrew that and now he's just a fantastic cat.
{{{HUGS}}} I am glad you got your second chance sweetie! Maybe you two will like each other even more now!
Oh man, I'm so glad it wasn't slick.
what a good story. i bet slick will get a little loving for a little while, huh?? :)
Neat story.