The Story of Rival

I lived by myself in Dallas for about a year.  I started toying with the idea of getting a puppy to keep me company.  The problem that I had is my job was too far away and I had too many lunch appointments to be able to stop by the apartment to let the dog out halfway through the day.  About the time I had decided to wait to get a dog until I had a backyard I took a trip down to the pool in the complex.  I was minding my own business when this small cat came up to me and was meowing at me and rubbing against my legs.  He was so cute and seemed to be very social, so in the matter of about 10 minutes I decided to get a cat and had taken him upstairs to my apartment.  His name is Rival.  At first this was because of the difference between my alma mater and my ex-boyfriends, but he has truly lived up to his name without fail. 

Here is my son at the beginning of his life with me:

  I found out through the vet that he was about 4 months old and that he is a Maine Coon.  This breed is known for being affectionate, talkative, and big.  Rival is more like a dog than I could have ever planned for.  He enjoys sitting in my lap (especially when it is cold) and follows me around the house.  He is so fun to play with and has turned into a size that Maine Coon’s are proud of, 16 pounds.  He lives up to his name when he acts very mischievous.  He enjoys waking me up in the middle of the night by playing with the blinds or meowing because he wants me to turn on the faucet so he can drink out of it.  Here is a picture of Rival at his full size.  He hates when I travel and tries to go with me: 

I am very lucky because my husband likes cats.  Rival wasn’t so sure about Ryan when he first joined the family, but has quickly learned to love him.  Ryan and Rival love to play together.  For some reason Rival likes to attack Ryan’s undershirts and Ryan is always provoking the cat to be wild and crazy. 

As a person that never had pets growing up (unless you count hamsters, and an outside dog that was my sister’s) I feel so blessed that Rival came into my life.  He leaves fur balls everywhere and the occasional “presents” to clean up, but I love him regardless.


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