I am not a cat lover. In fact, I am not a lover of any animal. I am not even a children lover (children and animals are very similar, in my book). I just had four children so that I would have some people to boss around and do all my work for me.
Seriously now, I do love my children, despite the fact that they create lots of work for me and only do a little to help out (I’m still hopeful that the tide will change in several years). And my children love animals.
Let’s define that a little better: Miss Becca Boo loves animals; the Baby Nickel loves to handle animals.
What follows are some photos of The Baby Nickel loving up our cat Blackie. His version of “loving up” is slightly questionable, if not downright disturbing. If you are a cat lover, you may want to skip this post.
And then a little later…
Okay, that’s enough! Gotta go!
Dr. P, I feel so bad that I upset you. This is a much-loved cat, very docile and tame. Everyone is fond of it, and by all appearances he loves us, too.
The cat that I mistreated when I was little acted in self-defense to the point that we couldn’t keep him. But this cat is so good-natured and gentle—he doesn’t seem to much mind when The Baby Nickel gets too affectionate. We hurry to the rescue when that happens.
You wouldn’t think it funny if I picked your baby up by the neck would you.
It just isn’t funny. I don’t know why anyone would think it is funny or even interesting.