I’ve been longing for a “friend” since I lost my dog as part of a custody “issue” what seems like a lifetime ago. For the better part of the last two years, The Mc has tolerated my “dog voice”, my endless emails with links and pictures of furry babies, and my longing, sad glances at pooches when we go on walks. A few months ago he’d had enough and encouraged me to start the search in earnest. So I did.

The Atlanta Humane Society is dangerously close to my office and I spent at least a dozen lunch hour walking around and wishing I could bring every one of those babies home with me but reality would set in when we’d leave town for a long weekend (or a short one, or a day trip) and I’d be reminded once again what kind of commitment I need to be ready to make.

Enter the Devon Rex.

The Mc’s cousin and his wife have two, and The Mc sang their praises. How full of personality and human dependent/loving they are and yet - they’re cats. How as a stranger in their home, he’d awake to find them nuzzled up to him. How they fetched, and how his cousins wife had been in the exact situation when she researched herself silly.

For those of you who followed the danderrrific adventures when I started my relationship with The Mc, you know how I feel about cats. They’re aloof and they shed and crap in the house and they hate me.

Still, his arguments and his passion were contagious. I researched the breed, battled my inner good angel screaming at me to adopt a stray, and agreed that we should go visit the family with the kitties and let me see it all for myself and we did and I did and I too, fell in love. Weeks later we were bringing “Little Dude” home after a love at first sight moment and I’m confident now that it truly was the right decision for me.

He falls asleep in my lap when I’m reading, he loves to be carried around, he “talks” to me and comes running when he hears my voice, has an illegal amount of energy, brings me his feather toy when he wants to play and makes it incredibly hard to blog.

He’s my baby, I’m still not a cat person, and he’s still without a name. What the fug is wrong with me?