You’re gonna just love this cat, I tell The Husband.
Oh?, he says.
Huh. What is this? Do I detect a wary tone of skepticism in that Oh? He doesn’t trust my judgment in the assessment of feline goodness, perhaps. Or I could just be paranoid. There’s always that.
No, really, I insist. I’ve never seen a cat with a personality like this before. He’s so … tough. Or something.
I struggle to put a label on this cat. But I give it a try.
Well, he’s kinda like the honey badger of the cat world, I say. He just doesn’t give a …. you know.
So if I’m understanding this correctly, says The Husband. You’re just letting me know that you’re bringing a very short psychopath into our home. With built in weaponry.
Bah. You’re gonna love him, I repeat.
This was three years ago, November of 2011, that we welcomed the Benevolent Ruler of Sword House into our family.
And sure, Bodine can be a jerk sometimes. But in his defense, he needs to have this cast iron temperament to survive mind and body among the canine-related activities here.
Sharing space with two adult dogs, and an quasi-annual rotation of Canine Companions for Independence puppies, a little fella needs to have an attitude bigger than himself.
And he does.
In spades.
So after I pick up the paperwork Bodine just knocked off the desk, we’ll celebrate his third Gotcha Day with our family.
We love you, Bodine, you little jerk.
Go. Do. Be Dog. 