Poor No Name Slob

It seems we've taken in a cat. And yes, Steven knows about it and even feels sorry for the thing. If you know my husband you just fell out of your seat. Wait it gets better.

Steven has a funny relationship with cats. He hates them and thinks they're evil. But it seems God would rather him love all creatures, so He sends cats everywhere we go. When we were newly wed our neighbors had nine children and nine cats. When we moved to Virginia someone left a box of kittens on our back porch. And here, we constantly get strays. The thing is, he's really got a soft heart underneath all of his cat hating exterior. Apparently, he believes that even the spawn of Satan shouldn't be left to starve.

That said we usually just make sure the humane society gets them or that they are otherwise taken care of. He may have a soft place for starving animals, but he'll be damned if he's taking one into his house permanently. That is, until this cat came along.

The poor thing showed up on our doorstep a couple of months ago. She looked pitifully on the edge of starvation so we fed her and she went on her way. A few days later she was back. This time she wanted a little love with her free meal. Every few days the thing would come back, each time she stayed a little longer. I have to say that this is the sweetest, most relational cat I have ever known. When I told Steven that if I believed in reincarnation I would definitely think that this cat had known me in a former life, he threw up his hands. What was he supposed to do with that? Kick the reincarnated former love of my life to the curb? No. So he has come to tolerate the cat. The kids love it. They've named it Tiger. I wanted to call it Cat, poor no name slob that didn't belong to anyone, but they didn't get the reference and decided Cat was a stupid name. Oh, well. She really is a sweet cat. Even Steven has warmed to her. He has gone from eying the thing with disdain to reaching down to pet her on his way in.

Last night Steven and Tiger's relationship reached a whole new level. We had just laid down in bed when we heard a horrific cat fight start outside. We went out to see what was going on. When Steven saw the offensive other cat he nailed it with his boot. It was an impressive throw! Then he carried Tiger inside and let him spend the night safely in our living room. I was in shock! My cat hating husband let a cat in our house after saving it from another cat. To show her appreciation the cat jumped up on the bed and decided it would sleep on Steven's legs. That might have been pushing his hospitality. So I took Tiger to the living room and made her a little bed. And we all slept peacefully, me, Steven, the kids, and our cat.