Sooo…this is going to be the first in what will likely be a series of posts (rants) about the oddities of living in the wonderful state of West Virginia with cat people.
Let me begin by establishing (for the record) that I am NOT a cat person. This does not mean I hate them. It means that I can like them, play with them and take care of them, but at the end of the day I don’t NEED them in my life. Unlike practically all the women in my wife’s family (and some of the guys).
Today’s story begins with our white cat, Iggy. Iggy is a laid-back sort of fellow. He rarely gets mad or upset at all. He’s very affectionate and entertaining in a not-moving-a-whole-lot kind of way. He does have his habits that are outright weird though.
For example…Chuck, the cat who lives in our washing machine door.
Our (now dead and gone) washing machine was a front-loader. The door had a chrome ring around it. Iggy could see his reflection in it and would often spend hours down in the basement meowing away to his “friend”. My wife jokingly named his reflection ‘Chuck’ and would often remark upon Iggy’s obsession with ‘talking’ to him.
Well, our washing machine broke and had to be replaced. While it was gone, Iggy spent all his time wandering around the apartment, head and tail hanging low. Or he’d go downstairs and sit in his spot, gazing (one can only imagine) wistfully at the now-empty spot where his friend Chuck used to live. Obviously, Iggy was depressed.
Once the new top-loading washing machine arrived a couple of days later, a process to return Iggy to his happy norm was started.
First, my wife’s sister-in-law had removed the old washing machine’s door (with the chrome ring) and set it aside. Now that the new machine was in place she duct-taped (yep…no lie) the old door to the side of our BRAND NEW washing machine. Iggy was down there shortly after, staring lovingly up at his old friend Chuck, returned to him after so long an absence (a day and a half, tops).
Now Iggy is back to his normal self, walking around the apartment, head and tail held high. He goes downstairs to talk with Chuck from time to time about living with my wife and I. I’m sure it’s quite stressful for him.
But he’s all better now.
*sighs* Cat people.