Secret Cat

I have a secret cat.

We don't keep her in a tree. No matter how often she asks.

I didn’t she was a secret until my close friends would come over and say: You have another cat?

Me: Um, yes. Her name is Huckle.

(Originally my son wanted to name her after himself, but I suggested that might be confusing for everyone especially at feeding time. So he went with the Busytown cat.)

Me: We’ve had her since March.

Of course, we chose out cat VERY CAREFULLY after all our pet fiascoes last year, but I was still shy to tell y’all. Or as it turns out, ANYONE.

She, on the other hand, is not shy at all.

Welcome to the family, kitty. Your mixture of laziness, curiosity and keen ability to scare the crap out of me by leaping out of toys means we have all chosen well.

The Busytown link is to Amazon so if you buy something off that link, I get a small percentage. It will go towards the Huckle is Fantastic fund.

Alex Iwashyna

Alex Iwashyna went from a B.A. in philosophy to an M.D. to a SAHM, poet and writer by 30. She spends most of her writing time on LateEnough.com, a humor blog (except when it's serious) about her husband fighting zombies, awkward attempts at friendship, and dancing like everyone is watching. She also has a soft spot for culture, politics, and rude Southern people who offend her Yankee sensibilities. She parents 2 elementary-aged children, 1 foster baby, 3 cats, and 1 puppy, who are all Southern but not rude. Yet.

14 thoughts to “Secret Cat”

  1. There was a couple of months early in my marriage when we had a secret skink that lived at our house.

    Secret pets are the best. But not so much when they jump out of toys and scare you.

  2. I love your now non-secret cat and the Busytown name. If you get a pet worm (and it wears a bowtie), be sure to name it Lowly.

    P.S. Have you ever watched the show “Busytown Mysteries”? Sweet heavens. They are very, very (!!) badly done.

  3. Awwww. Scooter, Harry, Pip and Dizzy say “Welcome to the bloggy world, furry friend!”

    Actually they say, “MROOOOOW.”

    It’s a loose translation.

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