Last night, I left the boys home alone and went out to a military spouse event. I wound up in a conversation with two other women, both who brought cats into their relationship. Everyone said that their husband wasn’t a cat person, yet they always caught him cuddled up with or talking baby talk to their cats. It took me on a trip down memory lane….
I met Oliver and Sung on the same exact day. It’s true. I adopted Oliver because he had short hair and my roommate was allergic to cats.
I responded to Sung’s email because I was looking for a boyfriend with a beard and this is what he was wearing in his profile picture….
Sung got acquainted with Oliver over Skype. I knew he was a keeper when I had to leave the room for a second and I put the phone in front of Oliver. I returned to hear Sung “meowing” at the cat trying to get him to talk back. However, I didn’t know if Oliver was going to be a keeper. I was really falling for Sung and he had cat allergies….
Several months into our relationship, Sung announced that he was inspired to get a cat of his own so he was going to start taking allergy shots. The process is a bit grueling and, as the dosage increases, the shots become more and more painful. When we got engaged I realized that by “a cat of his own” Sung meant MY cat.
I have been replaced. Oliver always chooses to sit either between me and Sung or on Sung’s side of the couch or bed. And you know what? I couldn’t be happier about it 😀
Yesterday, Oliver was very badly behaved during the day and I told Sung when he got home. He told me he would take care of it during his “quality time” with Oliver while I was gone. But I returned to discover he spend the evening playing video games while Oliver napped in his usual spot, right beside Sung, on the couch.