i am not a fan of cats. i don't wish them any ill-will, i just want them to keep their distance from me. you see, growing up we had an adopted cat we as kids named mr. putty-tat and i loved him more than my lavender stretchy stirrup pants.
but he was a volatile fella, and while he treated me with affection for one moment, the next i would find him digging his sharp claws into my arms, neck or legs. ouch. not to mention the time he bit me on the cheek for no reason.
that was the day the lavender stirrups moved back into their #1 slot.
from then on i regarded mr. putty-tat as more foe than friend, and a betrayer of my trust. i kept my distance and i never looked back.
since that day i have honestly put forth every effort to forgive the felines but continually see untrustworthy behavior coming from every cat i have come in contact with.
the worst part is, with cats, there is no forewarning. no teeth baring, or growling, or any other type of announcement that they are about to pounce. (anyone else remember lucifer from cinderella? pure evil.) one second they are purring in your lap, all soft and content. next thing you know you are screaming, ripping their claws out from your jeans as you are wondering whether you are now also going to have to administer first aid to your bleeding legs.
let me reiterate though, i wish them no harm. unlike the boys in jr. high i would overhear laughing about how they had nuked the family cat in the microwave. i would never be so cruel. i just want to be left alone when it comes to my personal bubble.
that being said, ben's mom has a crazy cat named sophie. she isn't a mean cat, just very needy. and for some reason when i am in a room surrounded by 40 other people who would willingly pet her, she eyes me from a distance and always comes meandering up to my lap. then i have to look like a fool in public, grabbing the nearest pillow to block her impending pounce up to my legs.
and am immediately pegged as the heartless non-cat lover. whatever, i have scars to back up my irrational behavior. both mental and physical scars.
caleb loves sophie. he calls her "snoph" and follows her around calling her name in a high-pitched baby voice and giggling at her every move. ben took these pictures while i was taking a nap. when he showed them to me, i had to struggle not to freak out because just seeing my little boy's face only centimeters away from potential danger took me back to "the swollen cheek day", aka "the day of betrayal."
well he survived the impromptu photo shoot. and his trust in snoph is still intact. honestly, i hope it stays that way. i'd rather have snoph up on a pedestal in his eyes instead of learning the facts about cats through the school of hard knocks. like his poor mother had to.