What have I been doing lately? Not watching enough TV and movies because most of Lois’ men (like how I describe them?) had me completely befuddled. How could I not know them? Abs and body language are like fingerprints. Those men have a certain something in common but they are so distinctive. I’m making a note to myself to watch more movies!
But that will have to wait for a bit. Friday afternoon, for the third consecutive week, I am hitting the road. This time to Florida to pick up a lil’ dude of my own. Why? Over a year ago, we had to say goodbye to my seventeen-year-old, Critter. He slept in the bed with me every night like a teddy bear, under the covers. When he died, I thought we’d just hang out with our young cat Lucky (2 years) and our dog Sweetie. But Lucky’s idea of cuddling is to perch on the corner of the bed ready to run if you move a muscle in the night. I’ve given her more than a year to shape up and become the lap cat I demand. In true cat fashion, she laughed and continued to perch in the vicinity, but never really *on* me. We tried a grown cat a friend had wanted to place but she wasn’t quite right for us.
So, I’m getting a Maine Coon kitten. I’ve wanted one ever since I can remember. Huge cats (males are 16-20-ish pounds and that’s not fat). They are laid back as rule. We’ve found a breeder who spends an excessive amount of time with the babies so that they have the most amazing people oriented personalities.
His name is Leo.
I’m so excited! Except for the getting ready for the new baby. I’ve already bought the $ 7,342 worth of crap I have to have. (Just kidding…sort of.) He has special food and special supplements and special wheat cat litter. Wheat??! (Very expensive and I’m not thrilled with the reviews so we’ll be transitioning to our normal litter at some point!) We have his harness and lead and small crate and supplies for his ten hour car trip home. I’ve read all the literature. (Like that is a surprise.)
Isn’t he handsome?
My old cat was a red tabby. I really didn’t want another right after him. And the breeder I had picked out didn’t have any cats available now. I figured 6 months from now I’d be getting a cat and that was okay with me.
But I saw a picture of him and said, “That’s my cat.”
The breeders said, “Uh, no. That’s our cat. He’s not available.”
I said, “You could change your mind.”
They said, “Don’t hold your breath.”
I said, “I’m giving you a deposit anyway. For him. For a future litter. I want to be first in line.”
They said, “We don’t like to take deposits on future litters, but we’ll put you on a list.”
I said, “Do you want a check or a money order, because I’m sending a deposit. For him. For a future litter. Whatever.”
They sighed and said, “Fine. But Flyin’ Lion isn’t for sale.”
I said, “Okay. But I want him if you change your mind.”
And last Friday they caved. My psychic prodding was just too much for them. Plus, the wife finally came to grips that she couldn’t retire his daddy in order to keep Leo. A cat breeder can’t have a ton of male cats around. Especially if the cattery is absolutely committed to cats as members of the family.
This is where I say, “Fortune favors the pushy.”
Now wave at Leo. I keep him on screen and when people come into my office, I make them wave at Leo. I think they are already so over me being excited. The waving is just half-hearted at best. ::sigh:: So, you wave at Leo and tell him I’m a nice person he should love best.
Do you believe fortune favors the pushy?