When I was in my early twenties, I got my first apartment, went through my first serious breakup and decided that I needed to get a cat. A girl at work was looking to get rid of a kitten and I jumped at the chance. I was going to name him Earl. He would be big and fat and my constant loving companion. Instead, I picked up this skinny, scrawny and basically insane cat. He was all black and the first night I got him – he literally ran up and down the hall, meowing and hissing at my (and my dog loving mother’s) feet. I renamed him to Lucifer – short form Louie.
I tried to smother him with love – and I was repaid with scratches, hisses and pisses on my bed. I took him to the vet a couple weeks later, hoping beyond hope that fixing this effing thing would bring some peace and harmony to our relationship. The vet said to me that sometimes cats just aren’t people friendly and that he was pretty certain Louie would always keep to himself and not be very social. I went home and bawled. Who wants a pet that doesn’t love you! Who wants to pay for food and vet bills and new bedding when the thing wants nothing to do with you!
As I sat in my chair, hyperventilating with tears, the cat jumped up in my lap, curled up and went to sleep. I kid you not. I sat there for HOURS not wanting to disturb this potential one-time only outpouring of love. But nope. From that point on – we were besties. He became a total momma’s boy – the exact kind of cat I was hoping for. Sure he hated everyone else – but what the hell – he looooved me.
Then I had Will. And again, I hoped to have a love bug. You know that kid, who crawls into your lap and smothers you with hugs and kisses? Well – I got him. Oh how I got him. This kid, as one of the other daycare moms calls him, is a hug monster. He can’t give them enough and he can’t get them enough – to me, his friends, his teachers, other parents, the checkout guy at Shoppers. And I love it. I love that he is a combo of full-on little boy terror and a thirty-five pound of love giving mush.
Last night he gave his buddy Owen a ‘knuckles’ goodbye and then grabbed him for a giant hug. And I beamed.
This morning…he waved good-bye to his bathmat and said ‘bye monkey, I go to school now. I see you after school!!’ and then ran over, bent down and kissed it good-bye…and then ran back to give it a hug. Ummm…yeah…It’s a bathmat.
Too much of a good thing????
Are your kids cuddlers or not???
Chickie promises me she will cuddle with me all her life….I hope that is true!
dude – if my guy is any indication – it doesn’t change that….this am we were lying in bed cuddling – he was hugging me like crazy – 2 seconds later he pulled my hair and started jumping up and down on the bed head butting me….it’s a combo!
The Boy is cuddly with me. But on his terms. He loves to give out hugs and kisses. But on his terms.
I kinda wish he was a bit more cuddly, only because I dream it would mean that he would sit down more often and be quiet? Maybe Baby #2 will fulfill that?
He told all his buds at school that it was Grace’s hat (he took this pic in for ‘friends’ day)….
I love your little cuddler… he can cuddle us whenever he wants! And…. I love that Will is wearing Gracie’s hat in the slide picture, ahhh the good old days. My guess is that it might tone down with age so enjoy, enjoy, enjoy. He comes by it honestly!
Target baby! He has a whole monkey themed bathroom all from Target. He waves at the ones on his towels and talks to the ones on the shower curtain….
Okay Jackie…full disclosure here – I had to get rid of Louie my cat, when I was going through post partum. I couldn’t handle that as soon as I had the baby asleep, the cat would want some cuddles. So now he cuddles with my friends kids…..I miss him but it was for the best!
That is so funny! I got a cat a week and a half ago for my cuddler, hoping that she would cuddle him and leave me on my own more often. I always get “I wanna be with mommy!” After working full time, going to karate or kickboxing or what have you, I am tired and would like to be able to lay down for a while without my 45 lbs cuddle monster. When I leave for work, both of my kids run to be able give me a kiss and a hug and see who gets to me first. Being the finish line can be scary when you have an almost 11 year old and a 7 year old bearing down on you!
Some days you just need them to be cuddlers though! Yesterday I had a bad day @ work and needed a hug and there were none to be found. I had to find the cat to get my hugs!
And that, my friend , is the reason why we will never get a real cat…despite the fact that march 5th is fast approaching. We’d end up with a “Lucifer”
And I love that bath mat! I just tossed the kids this morning and need to replace it. Where can I get one cute like that?
Oh and yes. I have cuddlers. Cuyler is super cuddly – but only with me. Cam gets into little moments where he wants a good snuggle. And Eva is always curling up in someones lap for a cuddle. She a real cuddler.
All my kids are cuddlers, makes it hard when they are all tired BUT I somehow managed to have them in my lap at once without them kicking the crap out of eachother… a couple of months ago I dropped my 5 yr old off at school in the freezing cold and he ran to the door and went inside…moments later he comes running out “mom.. I forgot to kiss and give you a hug!!!” He runs over to me hugs me and runs back to the door and yells “mommy you’re the best mother in the world, I love you” – made me melt and have to say I felt pretty proud of myself…hope he still hugs me when he’s 13 or 14.