Scribbles was growing up. Being of almost 2 years, he tended to be outside for a major portion of the day, either smelling the scent of other cats or dutifully spreading his own.
I understood the natural physiology taking over his innocent furball-ness and accepted the change as much rationally as I could. But, my puberty had left me years ago and so have the few acquaintances of my own species. I needed a constant companion for a bit of warmth.
The solution wasn't too difficult. A glass eyed Retriever had been sitting atop my show case for a very long time, all prim and proper in its zip-locked bag. Getting him down, near close and giving him a soul wasn't a very big job. With the almost real looking nose and the curly golden fur, Tubbles was quite an angel who quietly listened to all my mumbles.
For the first few days, I saw Scribbles avoid him. It was around a week, when I first found him menacingly trying to bite off Tubbles' black rubber nose. Jealousy wasn't something that I had anticipated in Scribbles. I tried in vain to teach him that Tubbles was only a toy, but only to be put away by a deep feline growl.
Around a month had passed and I had kept Tubbles away from my bedhead, just to ensure him a safe existence, when the temperatures began to plummet. On an afternoon of late December, when I had finally decided to return Tubbles to his ziplocked bag, I found Scribbles sleeping happily in a knot, half hidden under the golden curls.
I understood the natural physiology taking over his innocent furball-ness and accepted the change as much rationally as I could. But, my puberty had left me years ago and so have the few acquaintances of my own species. I needed a constant companion for a bit of warmth.
The solution wasn't too difficult. A glass eyed Retriever had been sitting atop my show case for a very long time, all prim and proper in its zip-locked bag. Getting him down, near close and giving him a soul wasn't a very big job. With the almost real looking nose and the curly golden fur, Tubbles was quite an angel who quietly listened to all my mumbles.
For the first few days, I saw Scribbles avoid him. It was around a week, when I first found him menacingly trying to bite off Tubbles' black rubber nose. Jealousy wasn't something that I had anticipated in Scribbles. I tried in vain to teach him that Tubbles was only a toy, but only to be put away by a deep feline growl.
Around a month had passed and I had kept Tubbles away from my bedhead, just to ensure him a safe existence, when the temperatures began to plummet. On an afternoon of late December, when I had finally decided to return Tubbles to his ziplocked bag, I found Scribbles sleeping happily in a knot, half hidden under the golden curls.
Since then, years have passed, Scribbles has fathered more than a dozen kittens, but still, he comes back to Tubbles when he needs a long, tight sleep.
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