it doesn't bode well to be so damn murderous and hateful but it does make for some fun times. I sit here night after night, even on the ones I miss a post or two and listen to the purrs of my "hubby" in his jealous loving tirade as he insinuates his self between me and my computer. There isn't a stitch of my clothes or bed or computer table that isn't infested by his little black and white hairs and I wonder what in the hell someone like me could have done to deserve such brutal loyalty and love.
He's devoted to me. So are the rest, even the only girl as silly as she is in her fickle like for men. But Iggy is my mate for life and we are both just riding it out in a comfortable numb wondering who will go first. I pray not him as it will devastate me but me thinks he will suffer my loss as equally mournful as I his. Even our adopted princely son will worry where his momma went. How do we manage to get so close to our pets like this but never quite that close to others of our own or similar kind? Is it the blind offering of love and acceptance and tolerance and respect? I have popped one or more on the nose a time or two for being a shit and yet, they still worship me! I wish I could get that kind of love from the men that have come and gone in my life, even my own family. And there he lies along my thigh all pristine white excepting his dirty black patches and coiled up with his paws just nuzzling the fat that touches the bed. I have moved my self several times and he never bitches or whines, just waits and resumes his place at my side as if I would disappear right before his eyes. I wonder if he will know when my time comes before I do if I go first. He knew when my boyfriend called today and started purring like a champ and trying to push the phone out of my hand as if to say he didn't think it was fair I was spending all that time not petting him!
I have found my happy place with him and his tolerance of my simple disdain. I have given him a home and a clean coat and a bed and conversation and food and medicine. I follow him and protect him fiercely and he returns the favor should ever a spider decide red hair is sexy enough to walk on! Don't laugh! I seem to have this magnetism for spiders and other arachnids like scorpions. They crawl along the ceiling towards me and when I move out of their impending path they move again, towards me. I have even arose to find one surprised he reached my head all to quickly! Iggy doesn't let it get to that point anymore. He senses it creeps me out and I never had to ask him for the favor. He saw a need and a job opening and decided he would just do it and see if it lasts. He warns me where they are and even catches them if they are foolish enough to investigate his existence. I haven't been stalked by a spider in years. I haven't had a cool thigh in years. I haven't had clothes free of little kitty hairs in years. And lastly, I haven't needed a hanky or tissue in years as he loves to comfort me and feel my tears pour onto his silken fur as if I am the salt of his life!~mobe's love for her all and her all for her loves.
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