Thursday, March 21, 2013
No, really, I am--just ask my kids. As a mom, I am fixated on making sure everyone has at least one friend--it's key to survival. Feeling blue? Call a friend. Rough patch at school? Hang with your friend. Bully getting you down? Make sure you got a friend nearby at all times. It's the cure-all, I tell ya. I'm even happy when the fish and the frogs have friends--it's that important.
Hobbes has a new friend--it's some black cat that comes over to sit on the driveway at night. Hobbes loves to go out there and just sit with him. They don't fight or nuthin', they just hang out. It's kinda weird and not very "cat-like." Typically, stranger cats fight--or at least makes all sorts of sounds like they are gonna, but not these two. They like to just sit and look at each other...well, and other stuff like cars going past or people walking their dogs.
We came home from somewhere the other night and as I walked into the house, Joe says he hears some cat meowing out on the driveway. I went out to see all the ruckus and sure enough, it's Hobbes' friend--just sitting there meowing at us. Didn't run or nuthin'--just sat there, by the car meowing.
So, I let Hobbes out to go do his cat-thing with his buddy....and there they sat...just looking at each other....and other stuff as well.
For over an hour.
Okay, so now it is time for Hobbes to come in, and he doesn't want to. Apparently Cat Friend is too cool and Hobbes is a) wanting to keep hanging out or b) afraid to walk past Cat Friend to go into the house or c) doesn't want Cat Friend to think he's a wuss and is freezing his butt off and wants to get back into his basket by the fireplace. I'm going with "b"--Hobbes was scared to walk past Cat Friend.
So, now, there I am...out on the front porch (in my jammies) trying to coax Hobbes past Cat Friend to come into the house. To no avail. Cat Friend wanted to come into the house, but not Hobbes.
Cat Friend was all over me like ants on sugar. Oh, he rubbed his face on my legs, give me a whiskery head-bump, and meowed his pleas for me to be his new bestest friend ever. He was sweet as pie...all the while Hobbes sat under Joe's car fuming. But does he come out? Nope.
I continued on with this silliness for another hour--me running out to "save" Hobbes, but I was just being schmoozed by Cat Friend--the nicest cat in the world. Almost made me want to leave the Orange Stripey outside and grab this cuddle-button for my own. But I didn't. I thought about it, but I didn't. In the end, I had to distract Cat Friend with a love fest by the front door while Joe convinced Hobbes to come in through the garage.
Now, whenever I open the door, Hobbes is looking for his buddy. And I have to admit....I'm sorta looking for him too. It's good to have friends, you know? Everyone needs at least one--even the cat.