Facebook informed me this morning that Theo became a part of my life 4 years ago today.
Gilles had always argued against having a pet because it didn’t fit into our lifestyle. I always suspected the real reason was because he worked from a home office and any pet would become primarily his responsibility.
… but 4 years ago Theo needed a home and as a very large 4-year-old Alpha Male with a history of behavioural problems, it wasn’t looking promising for him.
When I heard of Theo’s plight, I moped around for days with a big pout-y face before Gilles finally caved in and agreed to a 3-month trial visit. The rest is history.
In the past 4 years, Theo has completely and firmly wedged himself into our hearts. The damage is now irreparable.
He has taught Gilles many useful skills like:
(1) learning to close drawers and doors – especially to his dresser if he wants to have clothes that are reasonably free of cat hair.
(2) sharing his food. Under Theo’s tutelage, Gilles has become an enabler to Theo’s connoisseur taste in shrimp, fish, pie, and brie. Not any cheese will do – it has to be brie.
If my cat is a bit chubby with a mooching problem, don’t look at me. It’s not my fault and I’m powerless to correct it.
(3) opening and closing the patio door. Repeatedly. Many times a day – especially if the weather is bad. A cat’s propensity to re-check the weather outside every 5 minutes is quite remarkable.
(4) not leaving clothes – or anything for that matter – lying on the bed, or furniture, or floor. See point (1) above.
On the flip side, Gilles has taught Theo … well … uh … I might have to get back to you on that one.
For 4 years our home has been filled with the lively antics and unconditional love of a very affectionate furball named Theo. Gilles says it feels like so much longer.