And I saw this on CBS Sunday Morning this week (click on the previous link to see the video. Here's the text):
Many viewers wrote in asking for equal time following Conor
Knighton’s report last September about adorable sled dog puppies.
Felines have fans, too -- and our friend chef Bobby Flay is among them:
From
the time I was born there were always cats in my house. My mom was and
still is obsessed with them. As an only child they were as close to my
brothers as I had. I spent countless hours side by side with them and we
kept each other company.
My
mother was very creative when it came to naming them (Yes, I’m being
sarcastic). There was Marshmallow, with his single white paw; Smokey,
Misty and Cocoa, who had beautiful brown points to their coats; and my
very favorite, Pumpkin. You guessed it; he was an orange tabby. I wanted
him because he matched my hair, and as a five-year-old boy, nothing
could be cooler in my mind. Finally, a sibling!
Until I moved out
of my Mom’s house at 19, these felines were part of my every day and
night. I missed them when I was away, and I cherished the moment of
opening the front door when they would all gather to welcome me home.
As
an adult, I had a 30-year drought without a cat in my home life. It was
easy for me to make the excuse that I was never home. But what I was
really nervous about was handling the responsibility of taking care of a
new kitten -- and making a 15-20 year commitment to a living, breathing
creature.
Well, I’m back in.
If you have an Instagram
account, there’s a chance you’ve met my current feline companion, Nacho
(or as he’s known in social circles, NachoFlay).
Nacho is a Maine Coon, a breed known mostly for their exceptional size. They are known as the “gentle giants” of domestic cats.
At just two years old, Nacho is approaching 20 pounds, and my guess is he’ll eventually eclipse that.
Here’s
the thing: I’ve been disputing the aloof and uncaring reputations cats
have versus my dog-owning friends for decades. But Maine Coons --
especially this one -- have so many canine traits. Nacho plays fetch, he
opens every door in my house, he follows me from room to room, and is
never out of ear shot. And neither am I!
He travels with me almost wherever I go and, most importantly, shows me his love and affection constantly.
Here’s the best part: it’s unconditional. Well, almost. He IS food-motivated.
I
often wonder if I wasted three decades without a cat roaming my home,
especially when I look into Nacho’s eyes and I can almost hear his
thoughts. He knows when I’m feeling a little under the weather or I’m
having a case of the blues. He makes me a softer and more understanding
person just by his presence and affection.
The world has a way of giving you what you need, and sometimes a new best friend shows up when you need him the most.
Sunday, March 5, 2017
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