Adventures in Cat Parenthood

Yes, this post IS just an excuse to share pictures of my cat.

Six months ago, my husband and I embarked on the wild, fuzzy adventure of becoming first-time cat parents. Our feline overlord? A grey, long-haired, doll-faced Persian mix from Egypt, courtesy of a nonprofit cat rescue. Spoiler alert: he’s turned our lives upside down in the best possible way.

This little guy has already racked up $3,000 in medical bills, but every penny is worth it. He’s a clumsy, fluffy ball of joy who demands attention with all the subtlety of a Broadway star. He flops dramatically in front of us, meows incessantly, and even howls and barks — yes, barks! It’s like we adopted a dog-cat hybrid.

Our “dog-cat” has an obsession with water. He’ll join me in the bathtub, hop in the shower with my husband, and can’t resist the siren call of the bathroom sink. And when he’s not splashing around, he’s following us from room to room, greeting us at the door like the world’s fluffiest doorman.

He’s also a master biscuit maker, kneading our laps with his soft paws. And when he curls up like a baby, purring contentedly, it’s pure bliss. He’s taught us that being a cat parent is nothing like we expected — it’s a whole lot warmer, fuzzier, and full of delightful surprises.