We’ve explored the notion of the world’s most exotic pet here before – our baby Andie – but I’ve yet to share the fact that in conjunction with our baby ownership, we have also become “weird animal people.” Weird animal people are those people that have too many animals for their domecile. Whether it’s the crazy cat lady with 16 feral felines, or that weird guy down the street that breeds pitbulls – NO ONE feels comfortable with weird animal people. And somehow, despite my being aware of it, we’ve become them.
Magster likes to say, “I had Nimbus before I had you” in reference to her beloved cat, and this is usually followed up with something along the line of “love it or leave it.” I’ve never been a cat-lover and with our cat, that’s an easy notion to continue.
We got off to a rocky start really through no fault of Nimbus – he simply has a hard time expressing himself productively. Usually when he’d be done scratching me and I’d be a bloody scratched-up mess, Magster would yell, “Nimbus!” then follow that up with, “… are you ok? What did James do to you?” I just learned, as many a good friend or family member has, don’t pet the cat.
Nimbus loves to purrr and let you think you’re bonding until – BAM – he snaps into a scratching biting ball of fury.
To be continued… The story of how nimbus became the local street tough cat of San Francisco and viciously killed a fellow cat, not through violence but by getting the other cat to jump out of a 4th floor window…
And… after that, Friday – the dog/energizer bunny/tormentor of all that visit Casa Taylor