Tuesday, January 5, 2010

My Pop—I think I'll Keep Him!

At the risk of being labelled a "Lolly cat," I'm coming out as a daddy's girl. I've always hated labels so why not. Now let me explain how I bonded with Pop.

A week after I landed in my furever home, Pop was scheduled to go to hospital for "major-major" surgery. That was a dreadful week. Ma would leave the house at 8 am and not come home until after 9 pm. I was all alone in an unfamiliar place. I took out my frustrations on Ma, biting and scratching and refusing to let her pet me. After Pop came home, he stayed with me day and night for about 6 weeks. I nursed him back to health by laying next to him and keeping him company. I hardly ever left his side. Still he couldn't pet me more than 3 times. Below is a recent pic of my cuddling up against Pop. There's enough to cuddle!

Even after Pop went back to work, he was so good to me. He's the only one I let hold me and the only person I'll purr for. Still, there's the occasional slip-up where I viciously attack him and draw blood. Oopsy! Don't I look so comfortable in his arms?

I like my Pop because he's almost as furry as I am. He always calls me stunning. We formed a bond that cannot be broken. I'd be Pop's girl even if he didn't order that new cat tree for me. Wait, did I say that?

3 comments:

George The Duck said...

I think it is ok to be a Pop's girl, CathyKeisha! *ducky hugs*

Kritter Kondo said...

Oh my goodness, what adorable photos of you Cathy! Be happy you are a Poppy's little girl, its all good.

MedusaJ said...

My name's RosieCat and I'm a Mummy's girl MOL