In our house, it is always an adventure trying to find Peanut, especially when he is taking a nap. Is he in the big room resting on one of the big, cushion chairs? under the tablecloth sprawled out? in the lounge chair in the second bedroom? on top of the dryer or the dresser? tucked away in the laundry basket? I searched everywhere today for him and finally checked the third bedroom where Peanut was sheltered behind three pillows. The rain must be softly soothing him into a sleep on the bed, but when I discovered where he was, he just stared at me with his big eyes.
I love this big guy.
I checked up on Peanut a little bit later and he moved…and was sitting on top of the mound of pillows!
I have to admit that I was not initially a cat fan. The first time I visited Taro, I literally left with an itchy nose and by the time I arrived at Cuban Bistro to have dinner with my friends, I was sneezing and my eyes were red and watery. However, about two years ago, I asked Taro if he wanted a cat because he is a big cat lover. I figured it might be worth a try – and I thought cats were low maintenance and pretty much their own little boss; this is definitely not the case, but I will explain in a bit. I pretty much ventured out looking at cats up for adoption. There were a bunch of cute kittens and some that were rascals and much more feisty; the feisty ones scared me a bit. And then, one day, I saw this cute, little furball sitting in his litter box. He was calm, slightly intimidated, and not at all wild and crazy like the other kittens. I knew he was the one. But Taro actually did not care for him; he thought the cat was too anti-social. I convinced Taro regardless.
Yes. Peanut is anti-social. It takes quite a few meetings before he will make an appearance. And if there is a group larger than six, he will definitely hide and shy away. But when it is just me, Taro, and Peanut, he transforms into a column hopping, mad dashing, cricket killing lion. Yes. Lion. He walks with authority, yet purrs, rubs against your leg, and bites with love. I want to say he is not a typical cat. He has a magnificent tail and is filled with affection; he licks Taro’s face every single night! And low maintenance? Definitely not. He cannot stand either one of us working from home – Taro on the computer or me grading papers – and will do everything possible to focus attention on him. I cannot tell you how many clips, pens, and highlighters he has swatted off the table in order to say, “Look at me!”
This is my love. Peanut. Nutty. Nut-nut.
Even as I type this post, Peanut is meowing for attention and gently hitting my back. As Taro and I would say, “What a nut!”
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