Nearly four years ago we decided to add Bowser to our menagerie. We knew our elder cat was aging and wanted our youngest princess to have time to adapt. Bowser was the bravest ‘shy boy’ in his litter being fostered by Linda. It took him a little time to come around – his safe room was his haven for many weeks to come, and he found every nook and cranny in the basement when company came over. Four years later, he still disappears when my parents arrive, but he comes out for the neighbour, her dog, and the various teens passing through the house. With our family, he’s a giant lovebug; loves to have his belly brushed, let’s us clip his claws as long as we pet him while we do it and, although he’ll never be a lap cat, he’s a big affectionate boy. When we first brought him home, our 8-year-old daughter’s room was his safe zone. To this day she can do anything to him – haul him around, flip him upside down, cuddle him, kiss him and he doesn’t flinch.
At night, his bedtime routine involves a good 10 minutes of purr time before he settles at the foot of our king-size bed. He’s a big boy – lean and fit according to the vet. His peaceful world (Hobo was too old to play and
Pippy was still aloof) was shaken up in October when we added Matlock – a boisterous 7-month-old old kitten we’d adopted knowing Hobo’s time was limited. Suddenly, Bowser’s days of dignified relaxation were over. Matlock can only be described as the ‘class clown’ – now sixteen pounds of big goofball. He was determined Bowser was going to be his best friend and soon won him over. Bowser now plays – something we hadn’t managed to teach him properly despite our attempts with laser, feathery and catnip toys. He also learned a little bad language – can hiss with the best and his growl is a most impressive cougar roar. It’s used to put Matlock in his place.
Our pet world was shaken up earlier this year. We lost both Hobo (old age) and, unexpectedly, Pip (the princess) four days later to undetected renal cancer. We didn’t realize it was possible, but Bowser came even further out of his shell. He and Matlock are firm buds now and can often be found sleeping on the bed together. He likes the dog too and insists upon rolling on her collar every time we take it off to groom her. He’s also been known to butt in and insist it’s his turn to be brushed. Bowser didn’t bat an eyelid when we introduced 6 pounds of feisty 2-year-old Mew to the feline mix in April. He welcomed her, despite her mouth, and somehow she senses he’s a gentle giant and is not to be feared. Our pets are all adopted from a variety of agencies, but they all have one thing in common – loads of personality. Each brings their own special mark to our household. Bowser is no exception. Just wanted to say thanks again – you guys do great work.