My cat, Charlie, just celebrated his first birthday.
Just a wee thing that fit in the palm of my hand, he had the tiniest meow.
He would explore every nook and cranny of the apartment with fearless curiosity, eat voraciously and sleep anywhere like a corpse for 12 hours at a stretch.
Anything dangly, shiny, or crunchy was understood to be his personal toys. Anytime I would assemble a box to ship out a vintage item, he would be inside the box before you could say Mid Century Modern.
I loved that after every meal, he needed to be cuddled while he took a 10 minute power nap. He would climb on my lap after every meal and curl up in a ball. It was so endearing! He would sleep on my chest at night, tip-toeing softly on the bed after I got comfortable. His purr would loudly resonate in the tiny bedroom.
He would look up at me with that precious, sleepy-cat face and say, "Mow," before drifting off to sleep.
Ahhhh, what a sweet kitten I had.
And bigger still
And then I got him neutered and he became.....a surly teenager.
He wont let anyone pick him up longer than 30 seconds. Lap-naps? Not unless you want a new scar collection. Chest-sleeping? HAHA!!! The only time he gets on the bed is if I hit snooze on the alarm (which in his kitteh brain means 10 minute delay to Food Time) He will nip my toes and paw at my forehead until I get up.
He has all of the classic indifference and angst of a 14 year old pubescent boy.
And I absolutely adore him...
Charlie is funny, charming, and one helluva fast runner up and down the stairs. He entertains me for hours just being Charlie.
I wouldn't change a thing.
Happy birthday, Beasty!!!
- I peruse thrift shops like a junkie. I find such amazing things sometimes that I wanted to share them. I tinker with glass and a hot soldering iron as time allows. I have a collection of thousands of glass beads carefully selected and purchased with the excuse I will make jewelery, but I can't bear to part with a single bead. Not one!! So don't even ask! Ok, you can have one.