week 8 inquiry
Usually I try to base these scrapbook pages on a memory I have from my last 2 years in Victoria, however this weeks post is a little different. Instead of highlighting something that has been added to my life since I moved I want to talk about something I lost while moving and miss oh so dearly… my cat.
I have 3 pets; two cats and a yellow lab who you may have seen already in a few posts. They are all very special to me but my orange tabby cat holds a special place in my heart. We adopted our cats from the same little when I was 6 years old – how cute we got two siblings, a boy and a girl just like my brother and I. I specifically picked out the only orange cat in the litter because he reminded me of the orange creamsicle floats my grandpa would make for movie nights. Me being a typical 6 year old wanted to name our new kitten Mr. Whiskerson but my parents vetoed that name faster than I have ever seen them react to anything – the hated it. I was so crushed I thought it was a brilliant name for a cat, but despite all my begging and pleading I had to choose a different name so I chose the next best option … (drumroll please) … Meow. How my parents decided that Mr. Whiskerson was an absolutely ridiculous name for a cat but Meow (the literal sound he makes, an onomatopoeia if you will) was reasonable I have no idea. I feel like they may have even regretted the decision once or twice in the last 13 years, I know I have.
My cat is a unique creature, and I love everything about him. He is a real life Garfield if you will, he stomach hangs so low that it drags on the ground as he walks and hates absolutely everyone including me (just less than everyone else… 😉 ) When he was a kitten I used to dress him up in my cabbage patch clothes and walk him around the neighborhood strapped into a stroller, and I would feed him goldfish crackers until he would throw up all our our floor. He returned his gratitude for me by leaving dead mice on my pillow while I slept, hunting snakes and eating everything but the skin, and one time he brought me a live chipmunk that he let run lose in my bedroom until I got home from school and found his new and improved version of “Cat and Mouse”.
I had other plans for this weeks scrapbook topic but my mum sent me this hilarious photo collage she made just to send to me, it seems as though she had a little photo shoot while he sat on side table, keeping my mum company while she was reading in our backyard.
