Who’s Your Daddy? by Jessica McColl
When we first adopted Macy she was tiny. I remember her first night she was allowed to freely roam the house, I sent my husband to watch her while I cooked the dinner. He followed her around so dotingly, ever concerned that we would lose her in every crevice of the house. The next day he came home with all these bricks which he placed over every possible small crack she could get through. No, she could not slide under the back door, but he covered it with bricks anyway. It was truly heart melting.
Once confident in our home, Macy developed a truly charming little trick. She would dash along the top of the couch and bop my husband right on the head with her tiny paw. I cannot even fathom why she would do this. Never did she once do it to another person. She would even do it while we had company. She would quickly scoot past every other possible unsuspecting victim and when she got to him, BOP, right on the head. Afterwards she would dive straight down the back of the lounge.
To be honest, it was hilarious.
As she has grown, she stopped with the head bopping and just has no time for him. I often joke that Macy lets him live with us. You see, Macy and I share a special bond. She doesn’t need to sit all over my lap to feel connected, she is happy to sit by me and follow me about the house in her quiet and unassuming manner. She speaks to me and seems to know exactly what I say; she will follow my directions even when only given verbally. I think perhaps she is just like that, bonded to just one person.
Mr. Bean on the other hand loves everybody. He is Macy’s exact opposite in so many ways. When I first got Beanie, I was at the shelter, just looking and making some enquiries, about getting a friend for Macy. He chose me so to speak and I had to call my very new husband to confirm it was ok to bring a kitty home. That evening we were at a family dinner, which he came to straight from work. I could tell he was not super impressed about the new kitten stashed at home. I was a bit nervous about the first meeting. A bit of a make or break moment I thought. When we arrived at home he didn’t even go see him until I asked if he would like to. He begrudgingly said yes – maybe it was ‘if you want me to…’
I think I will remember the moment forever. He went into the room and his expression completely changed. He said “Oh my god he is beautiful. He looks just like a baby tiger” (yes, I know what you are thinking - Mr. Bean is silver tabby and white, nothing like a tiger, but shhh! – don’t ruin my story). That was it really. It was love.
Unlike Macy, Mr. Bean adores my husband. Before Little Miss came along, he would wait by the door as soon as the time neared for my husband to arrive home. He would strain to listen for every sound outside in case it was him. He would then jump up on top of the aquarium so that he could ‘bump heads’ in his lion greeting as soon as the official man of the house walked through the door. He relishes in the moment when my husband falls asleep on the couch and he can snuggle up next to him. He also loves my brother in law. His is the first lap he jumps into when he comes to visit.
So while Macy is happy to just stick to her one BFF, Beanie really enjoys being ‘one of the boys’.