Cats and i get along pretty well.
During the beginning of my marriage, when sometimes it was rocky, i would go to the local pet store and pet kittens for therapy.
Lately, in the absence of a cat on the homestead, i've been wanting one. It has been more than a year since our Stanley disappeared, and i have been wanting a kitty. Just for having sweetness around. So i started looking and found a potential kitten not too far from our house.
I brought him home yesterday afternoon and named him Columbo. 'Cause that's a good name for a cat.
Initially, Columbo was afraid of every movement and every noise and would hide from us and cry and be a very unsociable kitty.
But then, possibly by divine inspiration, we helped him associate canned herring with us, and he has become a much more cuddly kitty. It's amazing what transformations can be made through the appetite.
Columbo has taken up residence in our bathtub. Apparently, he lived in a bathroom previous to now. And we go and get him for cuddling, and then he goes back and goes to sleep in our bathtub.
I'll have to be sure to remember Columbo before i turn on the shower in the morning.