I grew up with animals. My parents were/are huge animal lovers and there has never been a time that I didn’t have to share my bed with a fluffy body.
I married quite young. My new husband was not keen on cats. Yes he had dogs growing up but cats were never his thing.
As a young university going married couple we went though all the usual phases – not having enough money, pizza for days, exam cram, trips to the library, riding the bus to go to work, trying to cook and all. Therefore the thought of having a four legged friend to take care of was unimaginable. We were barely able to take care of ourselves.
On my first birthday after I graduated, my husband said he wanted to take me shopping to pick up my present. Excited and a bit alarmed (I never had to choose my present before) I was in tears when I realised we had stopped at a cat shelter! Howling in the car like a maniac from happy tears I hugged my husband and told him thanks a million times. He mumbled ‘but that cat will live in the laundry room’. Did that sentence alarm me? No. Because I knew the right kitten can change his heart.
Looking through the kittens at the shelter my eyes were drawn to a gorgeous strippy kitty sitting like a queen atop a pillow. She caught my gaze immediately and came over to play. She resembled the kitty who died in my arms when I was 17. She licked my knee and I was sold.
Pusku was feisty, playful and a ball of energy. Daddy spent 5 hours playing with her with a ball on our first day at home. We spoiled her beyond imagination – Pusku needs a purified water filter – yes. Pusku needs a $200 cat tree – yes. Pusku is afraid of the ceiling fan so we will have to sweat it out – yes. Needless to stay little Pus never had to live in the laundry room.
Pusku is now 8 years old, regal and gorgeous as ever. She is a big sister to a human and another rescue cat and is the apple of her daddy’s eyes.
Love this! All these stories reminding me of the cats I had long ago. I’ll find the photos I have of them (all over my house, but not on my laptop right now) and share them later.
Pusku is one very smart cat!
aaaaawwww *heart melts*
I love how he immediately loved her so much, in spite of his initial concerns. and “sleeping in the laundry room”… HA! as if!! *side-eye from someone who knows that cats rule*.
Oh, Pusku is so lovely, reminds me of my cats. Muška, my parent’s cat delivered her babies in my parents bed, from that time my dad has developed mental allergy to cats.
RenOIshi
May 30, 2019 at 4:56 AM
ERRAND BOY CAT POST NO 1
I grew up with animals. My parents were/are huge animal lovers and there has never been a time that I didn’t have to share my bed with a fluffy body.
I married quite young. My new husband was not keen on cats. Yes he had dogs growing up but cats were never his thing.
As a young university going married couple we went though all the usual phases – not having enough money, pizza for days, exam cram, trips to the library, riding the bus to go to work, trying to cook and all. Therefore the thought of having a four legged friend to take care of was unimaginable. We were barely able to take care of ourselves.
On my first birthday after I graduated, my husband said he wanted to take me shopping to pick up my present. Excited and a bit alarmed (I never had to choose my present before) I was in tears when I realised we had stopped at a cat shelter! Howling in the car like a maniac from happy tears I hugged my husband and told him thanks a million times. He mumbled ‘but that cat will live in the laundry room’. Did that sentence alarm me? No. Because I knew the right kitten can change his heart.
Looking through the kittens at the shelter my eyes were drawn to a gorgeous strippy kitty sitting like a queen atop a pillow. She caught my gaze immediately and came over to play. She resembled the kitty who died in my arms when I was 17. She licked my knee and I was sold.
Pusku was feisty, playful and a ball of energy. Daddy spent 5 hours playing with her with a ball on our first day at home. We spoiled her beyond imagination – Pusku needs a purified water filter – yes. Pusku needs a $200 cat tree – yes. Pusku is afraid of the ceiling fan so we will have to sweat it out – yes. Needless to stay little Pus never had to live in the laundry room.
Pusku is now 8 years old, regal and gorgeous as ever. She is a big sister to a human and another rescue cat and is the apple of her daddy’s eyes.
RenOIshi
May 30, 2019 at 5:03 AM
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Tagging some Errand Boy Beanies here!
stpauligurl
May 30, 2019 at 5:22 AM
Love this! All these stories reminding me of the cats I had long ago. I’ll find the photos I have of them (all over my house, but not on my laptop right now) and share them later.
Pusku is one very smart cat!
RenOIshi
May 30, 2019 at 5:53 AM
Oh please do! 😃 We need more cat photos in our lives!
Beverly
May 30, 2019 at 6:36 AM
Very sweet. Sweet that he would adopt a cat because you wanted one and then fall in love with her himself.
outofthisworld 不愧是我 🏍
May 30, 2019 at 5:39 AM
What a beautiful story! Thanks for sharing.
RenOIshi
May 30, 2019 at 5:53 AM
😊
RenOIshi
May 30, 2019 at 6:05 AM
@katakwasabi
Sorry missed out from tagging you!
KSKalways
May 30, 2019 at 6:07 AM
aaaaawwww *heart melts*
I love how he immediately loved her so much, in spite of his initial concerns. and “sleeping in the laundry room”… HA! as if!! *side-eye from someone who knows that cats rule*.
RenOIshi
May 30, 2019 at 6:09 AM
Hehe! As if that would have ever happened! He is just mushy inside but acts all tough haha (it’s a secret, don’t tell him I told you) 😆
greenfields
May 30, 2019 at 6:21 AM
This is so lovely. Thank you for sharing.
RenOIshi
May 30, 2019 at 6:35 AM
😊
BC
May 30, 2019 at 6:56 AM
Oh, Pusku is so lovely, reminds me of my cats. Muška, my parent’s cat delivered her babies in my parents bed, from that time my dad has developed mental allergy to cats.
halfmoon
May 30, 2019 at 7:34 AM
So cute !