Before we
knew it, our Siamese cat visitor had a name – we called her Honeybear.
She launched
a months-long plan for getting us to fall in love with her.
It worked.
At first,
she was going out when we went to bed and when we left the house.
We were
still so new to cats, we feared she would soil our beds, furniture, etc.
We were too
dumb to buy a litter box.
Heidi
started DVRing Jackson Galaxy shows and reading things online.
Soon, Amazon
was delivering cat books.
And
Honeybear was only going out at night.
Soon, we
loved her so much, we were afraid she might get hurt outside.
Multiple test
litterboxes arrived.
She hated
the covered one.
She was too
big for the one labeled large.
She had a
favorite dry cat food.
She had
multiple water bowls.
Before we
knew it, HB (as we call her when shortening her name) was inside 24-7.
When we
traveled, we hired a trusted person to come in twice a day to look after
Honeybear.
Mom Heidi
bought air prey and other speciality toys, when we realized our Meezer’s health
depended on play and exercise.
Daddy Steve
welcome Honeybear into his bed.
She curled
up right next to him, often snoring, frequently walking over his body and
sweetly coming up to smooch him.
(part 4
tomorrow)
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