I can wax lyrical about having a pet, especially about my Chachi. I’ve written so many posts about this little bundle of a furball but it never fails, just when I think I’ve said enough, something new always pops up.
Who is he? He’s a British shorthair cat. This breed is considered to be lovable and exceptionally cute! Chachi was an early birthday present from the friend who passed away and the minute the “little bugger” walked into my life, we were into each other. My life revolved around him and his revolved around mine. Well, in his case, Little Einstein decided that he was going to be my mentor and my guru as far as relationship advice goes! What?!! Believe me, the little wisp has lived many lives and he packs a punch when it comes to picking the right guy. It can be more than a headache at times but he says he wants his mommy to have only the best which means none of the two-bit ones and just one premium exclusive guy! The problem with that is, he hates all the guys who show up! No one is good enough and I have a sneaky suspicion that he wants his mommy all to himself. I wouldn’t put it past him, he is one smart cookie!
Anyway, the good thing about having a pet is that I have a companion 24/7 and he is more of an observer vs. a noisemaker so he fits perfectly with my lifestyle. I love quiet and most days we cuddle and have conversations together. Well, I talk and he listens and when something doesn’t set well, he lets out a loud yelp of a meow and that’s the signal to “Shut Up!” He is cuddly, cute, smells good, has the sweetest face and a walk that reminds me of John Wayne! Oh, he loves standing with his legs crossed in front. I suppose that comes from one of his past life occupation where crossing legs did not fit into the picture if you know what I mean!
What’s good about having a pet? Everything! They are all things rolled into one and they give so much and ask for so little. He’s here to stay and I LOVE hearing the pitter patter of little feet going up and down the stairs. I also love the surprise shows of affection where he comes up to me suddenly and plants a kiss on my cheeks or just looks at me with those puppy dog eyes. That always melts my heart. One last thing, he is not just a pet but a part of the family and that is the most important part. Have I said enough about the little rascal? I suppose I have. He’s my little love and that is saying more than enough.
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