IT people are quirky. I worked with IT people and actuaries and it’s a tossup as to which profession is quirkier. This post is about an IT techie, his wife and their cats.
There was a small IT team at work and all of them were animal lovers. In fact, they were all cat lovers. That would normally make me say really nice things about them but they were still quirky!
One of them, let’s call him Rob because that’s his real name, was a smoker. Smokers, by their nature, know more about what’s going on outside the building than non-smokers because they spend more time there. Rob made friends with a stray cat hanging around the trash area. It didn’t take long before Lucy found a home with Rob and his wife, the Queen Bee (yep, that’s what her calls her). I think Lucy was there about a week before presenting them with a litter of four kittens. From the day they were born, I was cajoled, threatened, and then finally ordered to adopt one of the offspring.
I was willing. It was 2006 and I was short a cat. One of my older cats had died earlier in the year. In our house the number of cats I have always equals the number of guitars the beloved husband has. That is the equilibrium that works for us. Max was supposed to come to stay after he was eight weeks old.
Rob’s household is a little crazy. They already had three or four other cats, hence the pressure for me to adopt. They are really cat people in the truest sense of the word. Any cat that wanders in their yard is welcomed, named and fed. I should have known this would not go well.
One Saturday, Max came to stay. He came with both of his human parents who scoped out the place. They brought toys, food, blankies, you name it, and they brought it. I already had everything a cat could possibly want. It didn’t matter. After a while they left, reluctantly. I actually thought everyone might move in and I wasn’t sure how to break that to the beloved husband.
Max was having a great time with Mollie and Jake, my other cats. He was young so there were no issues. I don’t think he missed his old family because he was too busy exploring. However, I got hourly emails asking how he was doing. Fine, he’s fine.
The next morning I got a strange email again asking how Max was doing but I could actually feel the sadness. I think my monitor had tears on it. It seems that mama cat Lucy was missing her kitten, brother Spot had no one to bully (in a good way) and worst of all, Queen Bee was beside herself sobbing. Rob did the only thing he could do to save his family; he drove to my house and reclaimed Max. Of course, I worked to make him feel badly. I saw this as a great opportunity.
All’s well that ends well. I was still one cat short and Hazel came to join our family. She came from a shelter so I knew no one was going to take her back. I also have a life-long IT techie that doesn’t charge. All for 24 hours of pet care!
Read Hazel’s story here.