Not too long after my husband and I got
married, I was gifted with a silver tipped tabby for my birthday by a family
friend. I love cats, well dogs too, but
I was never allowed to have a cat growing up.
My mom thought they were evil and out to get her. My husband never had the pleasure of a pet
before and was pretty wary over the whole idea, but let the kitten stay. We were assured by friends who had multiple
cats that our beautiful little kitty was a girl. So I dubbed her Sappho. Only to find out later during a vet visit
that my girl was a boy, only he answered already to Sappho so he kept the name. He hated me.
Sappho however adored my husband. He’d take nips at me and sit on my husband’s
chest for hours on end whenever my husband came home upset over work. He was a social worker so it happened quite
often. As much as that cat disliked me,
he hated my son even more because after he was born my husband’s attention was
divided. I still miss him, because he
was so good for my husband. He passed
three years ago just before Christmas.
