Bubba The Bowlcat
What can I say about this little terd? I wouldn't even know where to start. I'd never had a cat growing up and didn't know what to expect when Bubba moved in. I've actually always been more of a dog person (don't mention this to Bubba, if you would). Thank goodness Bubba had a mentor to teach him how to be a cat dog.
Scarlette and Bubba had a torrid affair. Even though Scarlette could have sent Bubba straight to the big farm in the sky with one twist of her head, she would just lay around near Bubba, in the least threatening way possible (sometimes, only putting her head on the very corner of her own bed when Bubba had curled up in the middle to claim it) and just wait patiently. Eventually, Bubba would start attempting to clean her (completely futile) or would knaw on her ears until Scarlette just couldn't hold it in anymore and made a puppy play move that would scare Bubba off. He wasn't stupid.
Thank goodness Bubba had a mentor to teach him how to be a cat dog.
Scarlette and Bubba had to part ways a few years ago- it was heartbreaking. I never thought I'd see a lonely cat (aren't they too condescending to ever admit to lonliness?). He's made some other friends along the way (shoutout Momo and Chuy for hanging with Bubz) but I know he needs a buddy. I think he misses Scarlette so much, he's started to forget some of his kitty ways; lately he's been begging for food at the kitchen counter, up on his hind legs like he's forgotten he's a cat who could jump to the spot he's scrambling to get to. He mews at the door each day as I park in the driveway and walk to the house, and he doesn't even like it when I close to the door to the bathroom; he must know what I'm up to at all times.
I think it's high time we get a third wheel and buddy for him. If only so they can wear each other out. But hopefully more than that.