A Guy and His Cat

I've never been a dog person but I've been a cat person for as long as I can remember.

After all, cats rule: dogs drool.

I may have given DW the impression that I liked dogs because, while we were dating, she had a Sheltie and I was nice to him. But after he was gone, I let her know of my dislike of dogs.

Our first pet that we owned, together, was a white and grey tabby who chose us, more than we chose him. He literally pushed other cats out of the way, at the Humane Society, to get to us. And once he was in my arms, purring his little brains out, there was no way that I was leaving the institution without him.

Leo was a social cat who always wanted to be around DW and me, whether we were watching TV, eating dinner, or sleeping. He wasn't demanding but he was always present.

For the years before DW and I moved to South Korea, Leo lived with us in our apartment on Deerfield Drive. He loved joining us on the balcony, watching people and birds from this view. He'd often sit on a chair or, when either DW or I set up our hammock, curl up on us as we lounged.

1994, on our Deerfield Drive balcony.

It was hard to leave him behind, when we moved to the other side of the planet, but he was in good hands with DW's folks. And we were more than happy to take him back when we returned.

I miss that little guy. He was such a good cat.

Happy Thursday!