This one gets three because it’s a big one, and it deserves three.
So, here is 10, 11 & 12.
HG is not a cat person. When we moved into together, I brought with me one of my furry kids, a cat by the name of Salem Massachusetts.
Salem loved HG and HG eventually loved him. HG started calling him “Chairman Meow” because apparently he was a furry dictator who MADE HG love him and pet him.
Every Halloween he would try to coax him with catnip to lay in the front window and the “Halloween Panther”.
When, all too soon, Salem became ill HG laid with me on the bed with Salem between us for an entire evening when we knew what the next morning was going to bring. The guy who hates cats, stayed up all night with us and not once did he say the terrible words of “we are going to have to put him down”. When HG left for work all he said was ” I will be home tonight, and told Salem to hang in there. The plan was to go together.
Unfortunately and horribly Salem couldn’t wait and he and I had to go to the vet alone. When I called HG direct at work, he didn’t say anything for a few minutes. Then eventually, “I loved that damn cat”…
HG will not be that happy with this post, but I like to think its Salem approved. He would want the world to know he transformed the dog only guy into a feline guy, even if it was just for a few short years.