How much do I love my three cats? Like a single woman loves Ben and Jerry's. Like a Park Avenue foot loves Christian Louboutin. Like a redneck loves a tractor pull (and you KNOW how much they love their tractor pulls.)
It wasn't love at first sight; I'm actually allergic to the furry little felines. We inherited the oldest, Blinky, about ten years ago. He made me sneeze and itch and my doctor advised me not to even touch him. He belonged to my beloved mother-in-law who passed suddenly and unexpectedly, and we weren't about to give him away to strangers. We made a lovely home for him in our backyard which is completely screened in. There is a shaded patio with overhead fans, a garden loaded with tree-like shrubs, and plenty of lizards and other crawly things for him to enjoy. Despite my allergies, I couldn't keep my hands off of him. I first used Playtex Gloves and a bandana across my nose and mouth to hold him. The neighbors called the cops the first time they saw me in this getup. Even though I looked like a dishwasher/cowboy, you never can be too sure of what a robber might wear. Slowly, I built up an immunity and I wasn't sneezing and scratching as much as I used to. I was also the one who fed him, so it was a mutual admiration society.
Soon, my son was asking for a companion to keep the Blinkster company. Along came Redman. He is slightly challenged in ways that both repulse and delight the whole family, but he is the cutest darned thing, and we're so happy that we adopted him. Redman's the perfect foil to Blinky's alpha-male, get-out-of-my-way machismo; kinda like the court jester who only wants to amuse the king, and we humans who dole out the Cat Chow. He is famous for the afternoon in which he ran into our living room with a live baby snake that he had cornered on the patio. When he dropped it on my Ethan Allen carpet, my scream shattered the chandelier.
Rounding out the trio is Whitey. I saw him in a cage set up by Miami's Cat Network. Who could resist the white little furball with gorgeous blue eyes? Personality-wise, Whitey is a bit of an enigma. He can be loving and cuddly, and then turn on a dime and be timid and frightened. He reminds me of a young man whose gears are permanently stuck on "adolescent".
Yes, we adopted all three of our little furry buddies, but in so doing, they also adopted us. Whether it's a dog or cat, consider adding a four-legged friend to your home. There are so many loving little creatures just waiting to charm and delight you.
Harmon's "pet" cause is helping to get dogs and cats adopted at the Humane Society of Broward County. Why not log onto humanebroward.com and see who is waiting for you!