Monday, April 14, 2014
I had a girlfriend who once commented on our compatibility by invoking the Garfield the Cat (she) vs. Odie (me) metaphor. She was right about a lot of things, but not that. It turns out that cats and I get along just fine.
Punkin came to us in about 1996. I am sure that it was the night before Halloween. She was a tiny, wet, sadly bedraggled kitten and was just laying in the street outside our home. I scooped her up and brought her in after everyone else had gone to bed. I proceeded to clean her up and made a late night trip to a store to get essentials and a warm blanket for a cardboard box. Karen discovered that we had a guest the next morning and called me at work. "So, we have a cat now?" she said, amused. That was the beginning of our 18 year love affair with our princess. She followed us - especially me - everywhere. She would even wait for me outside the shower every morning. While she was unarguably attached to me, she was a constant source of affection for all of us. We will miss you, Punkin. A lot.