I've always considered myself an animal lover, of sorts. To be more precise, I like cats and dogs. I consider birds and rabbits to be exotic creatures and I must admit that I would not likely willingly have either as pets. Maybe someday I will expand on my embarassing experiences with these creatures, but not right now. Right now, I have a different point.
Sometime ago, my husband decided that he wanted to get a pet for Shakir. I forget how long ago, but my answer was an emphatic no. You see, the thing they don't tell you about pets is that those creatures steal their way into your hearts and when they die, it's like losing a member of the family. I'm sure its been more than five years since my dog, Sasha, died and even now when I think of her, it is always with a quiet fondness.
Anyway, my husband (Super Villian that he is) went ahead and organised for us to get a cat. We named her Frisky. She was such a sweet little thing, but we lost her just over a week later. Hit by a car. That's the trouble with country pets. They don't adjust well to the city. A city cat would have known to look both ways before crossing the road. Well after that, I told my huband, no more pets. But like I said, he is a Super Villian. He brought another cat. We called this one Champagne.
If ever there was a time that a name didn't suit a pet, this would have to be it. Now, I've never had champagne myself, but on TV when people celebrate with champagne, you see some everyone smiling their stamp of approval. And when they taste it, they close their eyes and the look on their faces is just indescribable. I'm sure champagne must taste heavenly. But this gangster cat that my husband brought home makes me rethink everything I thought I knew about cats.
First things first, when this cat is hungry, you better feed it briskly. You can't decide that you're going about your normal everyday tasks if he's hungry. When you pass, he will bite your feet. He is so bad that one day I was going to the shop and when I stepped outside, there was a man sitting against the wall eating and Champagne was all over the man as if they were old friends. Now I don't know the man. He was there waiting on the mechanic that works in our yard and I guess he got hungry. That cat of mine was all up in the man grill, all in his face meowing and trying everything possible to make the man drop his lunch. I put it that way, because I personally think Champagne wasn't trying to beg for some. He wanted all.
To further help you understand how much of a gangster this cat is, I would have to tell you about tonight. Recently, I started tricking Champagne. When I want him to go outside, I usually open the door and step outside as if I'm going to his plate to feed him. In a few seconds, he follows and I quickly go back inside and close the door. You see, if I tell him that he needs to go out, he doesn't move and will sometimes go into places where reaching him is quite difficult. Tonight now, I go into my routine, but this time, as I'm about to shut the door, Champagne realises that I'm pulling my trick and runs back inside. He moved so quickly that I didn't even notice that he was onto me until it was too late. Then, just as I turned toward him, he spun around and hissed at me. It was the type of sound a cat will make when confronting an enemy.
"You hissing at me?" I snapped angrily. "Go outside, man!" After that, the same cat that now hiss at me, started to rub up against my feet, meowing sweetly and trying to sweet talk me. He went from 100 to 0 instantly - just like children do. I swear this is what happened. You can't make these things up if you try.
Allison is mother to two active boys who challenge her on a day to day basis with their escapades. In her other life, Allison juggles a regular day job as a marketing executive in a health food organization. At night, when everyone is asleep, she dreams of being a fulltime writer and super hero.