My Kitty and Spellmaker's Top Model, Monk
I want to tell you about my obsession with the charms, but first I need to tell you about my cat, Monk.
I honestly did not particularly want a cat.
I had (and still have) a big dog. He loves cats, and we had lived with a cat for the first 4 years of his life. But his other cat didn’t move out here with us, so it was just the two of us. I lived with cats, but I can’t say I really have loved a cat since I was 7.
About four months after I moved out here I started dating my current fella regularly (see last post about CH). CH's close friend, Steve, works at a restaurant and on weekends he tends to stay after and drink after closing time with the staff. Steve lives about 9 blocks away from the restaurant and on his way home this particular night, he noticed a cat following him. Steve was charmed immediately by what he described as the “coolest looking cat”. As soon as Steve made eye contact the cat ran to walk next to him and started meowing and talking away.
Now I should probably mention that Steve is very allergic to cats. Here he is, fairly drunk, walking home being stalked by a very cute cat, with his eyes watering already. The cat walked him all the way home. All 9 blocks. That seems like a long way for a cat and that impressed me. Steve called us at
1 am
to tell us about this wonderful cat who at this point had broken into his home and fallen asleep in the bathroom sink. You see, when Steve went to unlock his door the cat ran inside. Finally he got the cat out of the sink, and then out of the house and fell asleep himself. The next morning CH and I went to Steve’s house, where we found the small guardian still asleep on the porch. The cat immediately stood up and started talking away. Steve was right, he was cool looking.
Since he was allergic, Steve could not keep the cat. He looked at me with puppy dog eyes, and said “Um Berk, do you think your dog might be able to maybe like living with a cat?”
This cat had the gumption to follow him all the way home, I felt like I just could not turn him away. But at the same time I was not really sure I wanted another responsibility, though small. In the end I could not resist this cat’s talkiness or Steve’s puppy dog eyes. So CH named him Monk, and the kitty came to live with me.
Oh, and the doggy and Monk love one another as if they were long lost litter mates!


