Longtime readers of this column will be the first to call me a hypocrite with what I’m about to say; maybe I was wrong all this time and cats are okay? Hear me out.
For at least 36.5 years, I was not a cat person. As a matter of fact, I’m pretty sure that I am allergic to longhaired cats.
Garfield was about 10-months-old when he joined our family in August of 2020. Admittedly, I was not in favor of this decision (at the time) because I didn’t think we needed another animal in our house. Yes, I’m also the same guy that had to have Doc the Corgi when my friend Joyce let us know about him (in October 2020).
Back to the cat. This fella is okay in my book. Cats by nature seem to keep to themselves, are very much nocturnal, and master the art of the litter box pretty darn quickly (certainly faster than Doc has taken to going outside).
Garfield will often emerge out of nowhere for a scratch under the chin (he likes it) or, to playfully bite my nose, which my wife claims is a sign of affection. Jury’s still out on that. Is he really just plotting to kill me? Should I wind up missing, start with the cat.
Just last weekend, he managed to climb on top of our kitchen cabinets (via the refrigerator) only to forget how to get back down to the counters. Spoiler alert, he made it just fine once I got a handful of cat treats.
Garfield is also a low maintenance pet. He doesn’t expect much out of us and seems to be just fine with that. He’s fascinated with going outside only to realize how cold it is and dart directly back into the house.
Another place that has captured his attention is the garage (attached to our house). He will happily spend time slinking around there until once again, the weather sends him scurrying back to the door.
So while our house is certainly at our capacity for animals (that’s directed at my wife) I would encourage you to stop by the Muscatine Humane Society and consider adopting a feline friend. Goodness gracious did I really just use the phrase feline friend? What happened to me? I used to be cool and anti-cat! Or, maybe you’d be inclined to make a donation to the shelter–that too would be dare I say, purr-fect.
My advice would be to not let your children name the cat. Garfield is just fine, but Captain Earl Meowski VI would have been the cat’s meow. Unique animal names are something I am always in favor of. Keeping in mind that the aforementioned Doc (the Corgi puppy) is named after Dr. Emmett L. Brown from the “Back to the Future” movies.
Here’s to growing older and more accepting. Next on my list, Brussel sprouts, but only if they’re made by my friend Chef Tess at Maxwell’s (inside The Merrill). Meow, that’s what I’m talking about!