Let's talk about cats for a minute. They're marvelous, aren't they? Cats can be loving, caring creatures and entertaining companions. Indeed, a cat can be a girl (or guy)'s best friend... at least until she decides that your husband is her new All-Time Favorite Person.
Yeah, that's right. Cats can also be traitors. It's not really my hubby's fault - he can't help it that he's so awesome - but the truth of the matter is, ever since Misty came home with me in 2013, my cat decided that she'd rather be somebody else's pet.
We get along fine most of the time when I don't walk in to find her sitting on the kitchen table, feasting inside her bag of cat food or trying to nest under the bed, but when my husband comes home, she promptly forgets that I exist until 7am the next day (that being the appointed hour at which she expects me to wake up and feed her). As soon as he comes through the door, she greets him warmly, then follows him around doggedly until she can claim her spot on his lap.
And there she sits. Indefinitely.
It doesn't matter if he was just sitting to take his shoes off, or if he had intended to stay seated for a while, Misty seizes her chance and will not be disturbed. He can cross and uncross his legs, shift in his seat, or even try to move her, but she won't consider leaving. Lately, she won't even get up when treats are offered for her compliance. She is the immovable object.
Unfortunately, the same is not true when she is snuggling with me. If I shift in the slightest, she leaps away as though there's been an earthquake. If I breathe too deeply, she bolts. It's quite a double standard.
Sometimes, I get a bit jealous. Why can't I have a floofy gostwriter when I sit down at the computer to create my weekly article? Is my lap really so uncomfortable that my own cat will use any excuse to flee? Why has Misty taken such a shine to my husband when I was the one who knew her as a kitten and brought her into our family?
But then I look at the two of them together and realize that it doesn't matter. They are so incredibly cute together that it doesn't actually bother me after all that I'm not her All-Time Favorite. So what if she'd rather hang out with my man? I get a front row seat to enjoy their adorable antics any time I want.
So, Misty, while we may not always see eye-to-eye about the ethics of pulling dirty laundry under the door during the dark of night or if there's a limit on how many hairties you can steal from me before I give up and buy you your own package... we're cool. I may not be your All-Time Favorite Person, but I can certainly agree that when it comes to picking humans, you have great taste.
Check out OcarinaJenn and #MorningsWithMisty on Instagram for more of Misty's antics!
