Let me introduce you to my best friend.
This is Dobby, more commonly known online as Fashion Cat. He’s twelve, he’s a rescue cat and he’s about the only thing that keeps me sane some days.
I’ve mentioned before I suffer from crohns disease. I have good days and bad days. It’s one of those annoying conditions that’s quiet for ages then slaps you in the face (or the gut) and you’re laid up for ages.
But no matter what kind of day I’m having, Dobby makes me keep going.
We got him in 2014 because we realised that now I was ill, I needed something to focus on that wasn’t my illness. Caring for this tetchy senior cat has given me such focus, and looking after him literally gives me a reason to get out of bed every morning, even if it sucks.
He hadn’t had the best life before he came to us. He was, and still is, quite nervy and afraid of things, but he’s become a bit of a cuddle cat in the three years we’ve had him. He won’t sit on you, but he will sit by you and purr and purr and purr. He is a grump though, and will often ignore you if he thinks you’re being silly.
He also doesn’t like being rapped at. Especially Iggy Azalea songs, which displeases me. I would have thought my cat would share all my taste in music but apparently not. He appreciates a good symphonic metal song, though.
If I didn’t have him, I do think I would have given up a long time ago. He seems to know when I’m sick and will forego a day exploring outside to sit with me and make me feel better.
Now if only I can teach him to type so he can get my blog posts out when I’m feeling rubbish.