Catie’s Story
Originally posted 6/20/20. I was never really a cat person until I first started dating my partner Stephanie. I was immediately adopted by Linden, one of her two furbabies. Linden was a Miyazaki dust-goblin of a cat, all poofy black fur and huge yellow eyes. When I began seeing Stephanie regularly, I would be chewed out by Linden when I would arrive for the weekends. In a flurry of meeps and squeaks, she’d vituperate me, wondering if I was seeing other cats. Linden being a dust-goblin Stephanie’s cat-naming-protocols were based on where the cat was rescued. There had been a Cortelyou, (from Cortelyou Road) Linden (from Linden Blvd), and Hamilton (from Fort Hamilton Parkway). Linden was a special cat, a fuzzy princess purrasaurus who was amazingly affectionate. She loved her mom, but followed me around the apartment unerringly. She would leap in my lap to hide from the vet or burrow into a pair of my discarded pants, left on a comfy chair. She would let me hold her like a baby while s
