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November 29, 2007
I’m not a “cat person.”  In general, as a species, I am not fond of house cats.  Their general attitude combined with their tendency to make my eyes water and my nose run have always turned me off.  However, in an attempt to curb my prejudice, I try to judge on a cat-by-cat basis.  This is Valentine, my boss’ cat, and he is the only cat I truly love.  Maybe it’s because he’s also the only cat who doesn’t send my sinuses into a tail spin, but I adore him, and he likes me, too.  Poor thing is so lonely when my boss goes out of town though.  He’s all by himself for a week or more except the 2-3 days I’m here and the daily 15 minute visits by the cat sitter. He must hear my car in the driveway because as soon as I approach the front door, I can hear him meow-ing. I have to be careful walking in so I don’t trip over him.  The moment he sees me, he flops onto his back and starts mewing, looking at me with those eyes… just begging for attention.  Obviously, I give in.  Who could resist?  He then follows me down to the office and hangs out with me all day, occasionally hopping onto my lap for a quick nap.  I have to admit, it’s nice to have him around when it’s just me in the office.

I’m not a “cat person.”  In general, as a species, I am not fond of house cats.  Their general attitude combined with their tendency to make my eyes water and my nose run have always turned me off.  However, in an attempt to curb my prejudice, I try to judge on a cat-by-cat basis. 

This is Valentine, my boss’ cat, and he is the only cat I truly love.  Maybe it’s because he’s also the only cat who doesn’t send my sinuses into a tail spin, but I adore him, and he likes me, too.  Poor thing is so lonely when my boss goes out of town though.  He’s all by himself for a week or more except the 2-3 days I’m here and the daily 15 minute visits by the cat sitter.

He must hear my car in the driveway because as soon as I approach the front door, I can hear him meow-ing. I have to be careful walking in so I don’t trip over him.  The moment he sees me, he flops onto his back and starts mewing, looking at me with those eyes… just begging for attention.  Obviously, I give in.  Who could resist?  He then follows me down to the office and hangs out with me all day, occasionally hopping onto my lap for a quick nap.  I have to admit, it’s nice to have him around when it’s just me in the office.

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