consider the feline companions we have held dear for centuries. There is no one more independent or self reliant that I have been able to witness in this world. I have five of them and each has come into their own personality and has its own modicum of respect for me. No one knows for sure why we love or hate them but we do know they can be your best friend, your clowns, your babies and your spouses if need be-attn:perverts! wasn't meant that way!
I have been in love with cats since I was old enough to cling to our family cat, Ming Su a siamese lilac point, when I was a baby. She was my nanny and put up with a lot of shit from me pulling her tail to biting her ear when I was crawling and still had teeth coming in. My own parents loved her but they also feared her as, if either raised a hand to me, she would attack. She was like that with all of us kids and I still think back on her intelligence and grace. Have you ever seen a mother or father have to check a room for pets before correcting their child with corporal punishment? It's a funny sight and I was always in the accompaniment of her and her soft furry body that was like a giant slinky in my arms. All cats thereafter had to be of her temperament for me to be able to warm up to them as they were a lot more dangerous than a dog because their claws could shred the skin off a shark should they swim those depths.
Iggy, is my husband pro-temp. He is a white kitty with a black skull cap and tail and his identifiable black patches on his hind and sides. He was adopted from a litter that came from my brother's cat and is the only survivor of that pregnancy as the others that had gotten adopted had lost their lives due to neglect or unlucky misfortune. Anyhoo, Iggy came along as my other "hubby" was in passing and Jo Jo was more than happy to train and slap him and train him again to take his place. I remember what a shit the little one was sneaking up on the others and smacking them and running or biting their tails and stealing their food to get attention. One thing they can all count on is momma's lap and kisses and pets and hugs, her comfort. Now I have Iggy and several others but none holds the place in my heart as he does. I saw him born and raised him alone and he is a fine male and companion. He has took to adopting a son who is every bit as a pain in the ass as he was, I cannot even eat without having to "vote him off the island" that is my bed in order to do so without incident or the little rat thief taking what he thinks is his fair share! Gordy is a good son to us and even resembles his dad, except where Iggy has black it is a soft gray on the younger, though he was birthed from the undercarriage of my vehicle where he would hide when he was a wee one to keep safe from raccoons and hawks and such. Lobo and her boyfriend found him and she knows damn well you don't bring a new baby in the house because they never leave! I had four already of which two came with and two were birthed from the same "female auto" as Gordy. Add to that the fact we had a little dog, purse dog named Charlie Bear and at one time two budgies. I take in all strays human and non.
My issue is that I fear Iggy is going to leave me and he's only eight years old. I know that is a good age and all but I grew up with a cat that lived sixteen years plus and had some pets that lived longer and even a few, shorter. He is robust, all my animals are as I leave a community feed bowl out with he same for water and they are a family unit. Hiro is a big gray with white tux shirt and booties and mittens. He is the one who bolts when company arrives and only comes to me when I eat but never pushy like Gordy, he will wait for me to cut little morsels and hand feed him. Roxy is a rescue from my sister's house where her other feline was bullying her and she is an unusual tiger in the fact that she looks like she fell down a chimney. Imagine Morris the cat covered in soot-if you look closely you will see her tiger markings under the black dusting. She is our mother hen and "washing mistress" and the whore about town in that she has an affection for all humans male. And then there is Boomer, the other car baby, an all black boy with the voice of a woman and the swish of his tail as a woman too! lmao-he is our politically correct, homosexual kitty and no, I did not raise him that way so much as the little doggie acting as mommy one minute until Boomer grew up and then same little doggie pulled the old "Woody Allen" on him and sodomized the poor thing until he grew to like it. If we took the cat away they both would cry for each other and none of the other cats wanted a thing to do with Charlie Bear so we figured it was all good as they were consentual by that point and as long as I didn't have to watch it I was ok. So, with all that love and affection, Charlie Bear was re-adopted by a friend who wanted him as I am not a dog person nor a heathen, it does leave wonder about whether I will be cremating another hubby and shedding tears of grief that will be with me always as Jo Jo's were and are.
I see Gordy growing into a possessive temperament like his predecessors and know he will be a fine mate in that regard. But I am not ready to part with Sir Ignacius the Fool, my loving clown, just yet! So our little "prince" Sir Gordon Ramsay Jr, will have to wait to accept the throne until it is relinquished by his dad, my love. Iggy adores me. He is my hubby in every way, save sexual, as he is protective and argues and compromises and is indignant and demanding and affectionate as ever any one of my "real" spouses have been. He is ten times the man any of them ever were and he adores his adopted daughter too. He even watches over us and grieves our loss when we are away and has accepted that he cannot share my bed at nighttime for I fear when I do have male company he will harm them, just as his predecessor has done. Hell, in the morning he would bolt into the room only to inspect to see if I was ok and well, and would make a point of "fucking with" the men should he doubt their gentlemanliness. I love all of them dearly and wouldn't be sane without them and Lobo would be lacking in siblings if not for their place in our home and hearts. Consider this, if any person should wish to be my friend or my partner they must pass muster first with the rest of my family, including my hubby, and be accepted or it just won't ever be. Ig has judged many a man and woman and found them "wanting" and not worthy.~mobe's love to her all and her all to her loves
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