I have never tried to deny the truth--Chuck has always had an eye for the ladies.
As we’ve traveled around the world, he’s noticed the beautiful girls and CATS wherever we’ve gone.
He’s quite a flirt when he wants to be.
A cat about town.
So I shouldn’t have been that surprised when I realized that Chuckie had fallen in love with a cute little number who lives at a privately owned cat shelter that I volunteer at on Fridays.
Now just to be purrfectly clear.
Chuck is not the volunteer cat type.
He is much too busy traversing the country and the world and when he’s home, he likes to stay put and eat and sleep. We don’t call him the “belly boy” for nothing. But . . . part of my volunteering includes writing about some of the cats who live at Tabby’s Place, a wonderful organization for cats located in New Jersey.
One of those cats just happens to be a beautiful girl named Chickadee. I’d taken a few photos of her and brought them home with me.
And . . . Chuck had noticed.
Yeah, I had caught him actually staring at her pic on my computer screen.
“What’s up, Chuck?” I asked him one evening.
And, of course, he pretended to be staring off into space, because the rascal cat is often evasive and sometimes uncooperative, especially when it comes to his personal life.
I ignored his attempts to ignore me and plowed along. “This is Chickadee.”
I saw his ears perk up at the name. He couldn’t help but focus in to get a better look.
“Is that your tail wagging?” I asked.
The tail immediately stopped wagging.
But I knew the score and could see that Chuck was falling fast for Chickadee.
With Valentine’s Day around the corner, and me being the incurable romantic I am, I had an instant idea.
“Chuck, why not send her a valentine. Let her know how you feel? I have just the one here.” I showed him a cute valentine I had just bought at Hallmark. It had the picture of an orange and white cat that looked remarkably like him on the cover, with an arrow shot through his little cat heart.
It didn’t take that much persuading for the Chuckster to put his pawprint inside. For good measure, I included a photo of him inside the valentine so she could catch of glimpse of just how cute he was!
Well, the days went by. Valentine’s Day came and went. Chickadee got the valentine from Chuck, and Chuck checked the mailbox everyday as if he hoped she would respond. But she didn’t.
Finally, I felt as if I should say something to him.
“Chuck, about Chickadee. I don’t think she’s interested in you.”
He cocked his head to the side and looked a bit confused.
“Chickadee. I’m talking about Chickadee.”
He shrugged.
It seems he was already over her and had set his sights on someone new.
You see I write for two cats at Tabby’s Place and little did I realize but Chuck was now checking out the other beautiful cat. Her name is Colleen, and her eyes were just as green as Chickadee’s.
I guess I should have been happy that the Chuckster’s heart wasn’t broken, but I couldn’t keep myself from saying, “Next time you can buy your own valentine to send her.”
