Back in September my husband and I had tickets to see Hozier, my current music obsession that I listen to daily. I clean the house with his latest tracks blaring in the back ground. I sashay around the kitchen whipping up dinner singing along to all of his songs. But, I digress. Where was I? Right, the tickets, the cat, the story of how someone who as a child hated cats so much that she and her sisters would spray the neighborhood cats with the water hose when they would come around the house. That someone was me; simply awful, right? How have I come to have this sneaky cat that scares the heck out of me sometimes ? Well, let me get back to it. (I can seriously tell I had way too much dirty chai today and it has not worn off, so I apologize for the rambling).
So we had tickets to see Hozier in Nashville. The few times my husband gets sick and it just happened to be around the time leading up to our short trip. He insisted that I go, but being that the show fell in the middle of the week and it was such late notice to grab a friend for the 3 hour drive and an overnight stay, I said to heck with it, I'm going. I booked a stay through AirBnB (mentioned in one of my September posts....it's a pretty amazing website where you can meet and stay with locals for a reasonable price). I met a wonderful young couple who opened up their quaint home for my overnight stay.
There was a bit of a down side upon my initial arrival when I noticed a couple of cats. Again, I'm not a cat person. I should really stop saying that I know. But there was this little grey kitten who kept following me around. He was one of the last kittens from a recent litter and the AirBnB couple wanted to find a good home for him so they suggested I think about it since it was obvious this kitten was smitten with me:-). To make a long story short, I went to the concert (had a blast and met great people) and afterwards I slept on the idea of surprising my husband with a cat, which unlike me, he likes cats. I'd shot him down through the years any time he brought up the idea of getting one so I'm sure when I called to inform him I was bringing a kitty home he was SHOCKED. He didn't question the idea though since this was probably the only chance he'd ever get of having a cat. (And side note, my husband is a true man's man so it's absolutely hilarious to me that he likes cats and has this weird language with them;). We decided I'd bring him home and if it didn't work out we'd make sure he found a good home. I nervously packed Winston in his carrier for what was going to be a long ride home with me having major second thoughts on this rash decision.
It's two months later and he's still with us. Jack has a playmate, a partner in crime who wakes us up at 5 o'clock almost every morning, and someone who takes a bit of the attention away from him which he's not entirely happy about, but he's surviving. If I'm showing too much affection towards Winston, Jack reminds me with a gentle (well not so gentle) nudge that he is my first love and no other animal will ever replace him. He's absolutely right and that is why this may well be one of the few posts about Winston, but I had to share a little about this new addition to our family. It's been good for Jacks energy level since he was becoming quite the couch potato. Now all you hear is the constant whining from Jack when Winston has had enough of being carried around in a golden retrievers mouth so he disappears into one of his hiding places where Jack can't reach him so he can clean his drool-drenched grey coat.