8 years ago today we brought home the little runt of the litter. The kitten had a scratch on his nose, and the farmers said she liked to hide in the dryer vent when it got cold (its momma was an outdoor kitty). I kept putting it back on the ground to see the other kitties, but it kept climbing back up my legs. I couldn’t resist. The kitten chose me. The farmer and his children assured me this tiny kitten was a female – something Tony was adamant about getting. Tony told me if I came back with a boy cat he was making me bring it back. Tony’s mom was getting me the kitten and all the necessary supplies as an early Christmas present, and the farmer was a friend of a friend. I called the little kitten Phebe, after the character on the TV show Charmed. Phebe could fit in my hand, and just wanted to cuddle. She was so small that when we went to work, we locked her in the small bedroom so she wouldn’t get lost, we only did that first the first week or so. As soon as we came home we would let her out and she would climb all over us. After a few days I took her to the vet, who promptly informed me that Phebe was a… BOY!
I started crying right there in the office explaining that my boyfriend would make me take it back to the farm. I paid for the exam, but didn’t schedule the neutering since I was sure Tony would make me take the cat back and exchange it for a girl. I sat in the parking lot, still crying and called Tonys mom to explain that Pheobe was a boy. She assured me that Tony loved the cat, and loved me, and wouldn’t make me take him back. Thankfully she was right. Tony was already attached to the litter bugger and didn’t want to see him go. It took us a few days to come up with a boy name, but we eventually settled on Harley.
Over the years Harley has been there for both of us, through good times and bad. He has accepted us bringing in two additional cats. He was there to cuddle with me when I needed to cry my eyes out when one of my best friends died, and two uncles. He ALWAYS knows when I have a migrane and rubs his nose very gently on my cheek. He kept Tony sane when he was stuck home , not working due to a layoff and a workers compensation case. Harley accepts our yelling at the TV during Buffalo Sabres and Buffalo Bills games, and understands that we are going to make him dance when our team scores. The little runt of the litter bulked up to 16lbs at one point, but is now at a much healthier 12 (ish).
Harley has gotten in his fair share of trouble over the years, stealing food and shredding papers but we accept him, because he accepts us, with all our flaws.
Now for a special giveaway…
Three winners will each receive two $5 off coupons for Tidy Cats litter. They are good on any size, any variety except Tidy Cats 24/7 Performance LightWeight Litter. I received these coupons as a thank you for doing the review of Tidy Cats Litter – They even have my logo on them!