No One Is Immune To Kitty Cuddles

My grandmother fell ill, and as we were both between jobs at that time, my boyfriend and I volunteered to look after her. She has two cats, one of which loves human company; the other doesn’t. My boyfriend is a self-confessed dog person while I am a crazy cat lady.

Night #1: the human-loving cat made herself at home by my feet, and I begged my boyfriend to let her stay as we fell asleep. He said no at first, but he changed his mind when I said he could chuck her out if she caused a problem. We went to sleep with no issues.

Night #2: the human-loving cat wasn’t with us at first, but I asked my boyfriend to keep the door open so she could join us if she wanted. He reluctantly agreed when I pointed out that she hadn’t caused any issues the night before. 

Night #3: my boyfriend was looking confused as we went to bed. He told me he was looking for the “puss puss” as he wouldn’t be able to sleep without her. I busted a gut laughing.

About six months later, we got our own cat who my boyfriend regularly talks to and spoils rotten. He is now a cat person. Occasionally, he will refer to my grandmother’s cat and me as “witches” for “casting a spell on him”. I always point out that it’s all her fault. I didn’t do anything, literally. I wouldn’t even shut the door to keep the cat out.