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Hi, I’m Dr. Karyn! Read my introduction to learn more about me and meet my five hilarious cats: Clutch, Cyril, Alex, Zelda, and Zazzles.
Hopefully, you’ll be aware of my handsome cat, Clutch. Well, before I met my husband, and our house filled up with a mess of cats and dogs (five of every, to be exact), it was just me and Clutch. Karyn and Clutch, living large and loving life. We might go for walks on the seafront, watch TV together, and even go to work together. Being the chillest of cats, he even began to return with me after I began seeing my (now) husband, Reece.
Clutch on a seaside walk
Reece already had two Labradors, an Irish Wolfhound, and two cats (Zazzles and Zelda), so he was obviously an animal lover. And Clutch, being Clutch, just moseyed on into this different house without a lot as a raised whisker. His laidback manner has at all times been contagious, and the opposite pets just took their lead from him, treating him like he’d at all times been there.
As time went by and things progressed, Clutch and I began spending an increasing number of time at Reece’s place, until it became a everlasting arrangement.
Now, that is where I even have to make a confession: I had never been in love. So I discovered myself wondering the identical thing that I’m sure lots of you’ve got at one time or one other; how do I do know when it’s love?
Reece, Bailey and Clutch hanging out
For Me, The Answer Got here within the Type of Chicken
Yes, chicken.
Clutch was never a fussy cat, nor was he particularly greedy. That’s unless there may be chicken. He loves it, goes mad for it, will climb mountains and swim seas for it. Okay, that last bit may be a slight exaggeration, but the remainder is true.
In order a special treat, I might occasionally pick up a packet of plain roasted chicken pieces, and Clutch got here to acknowledge the packaging. Every time I got here home with any shopping, he would scrutinize the unpacking process, expecting that telltale plastic pack. And when he knows there’s chicken in the home, the gentle, affectionate Clutch I do know is replaced by a single-minded, snatching, plotting, chicken-hunting machine.
You possibly can’t open the fridge without first doing a basic sweep of the encircling area in case of surprise aerial attacks, clawed ground assaults, or the sneaky grasp through the door gap.
He Should Have Been Called Toothless
At this point, it’s value telling you about one other thing that’s special about Clutch: he has only a few teeth, and no canine teeth in any respect. Resulting from a slight malocclusion of his jaw, the gums that held his fangs in place became weak, causing the roots of those teeth to develop into damaged, and I needed to remove them when he was around 4 years old. Rest assured, this has not slowed him down. Actually, while the remainder of our cats will nibble delicately at tiny shreds of chicken, Clutch is the just one who will snatch a big chunk and munch away.
Clutch and Zazzles, latest friends
What’s Love Got To Do With It?
At this point, you’re probably wondering what Clutch’s appetite for chicken has to do with my love life, but I promise, I’m getting there.
One evening, it might need been a Tuesday, or a Thursday – it doesn’t matter – Reece got here home with some shopping. He was unpacking the baggage and I used to be helping to place things away. Out comes a well-known package, and I have a look at Reece questioningly. He looks back at me as if he doesn’t understand my confusion.
“Chicken for Clutch” he said simply, and carried on unpacking.
This may not seem very significant. It was an easy gesture, and one which Reece had probably not given much thought, which was exactly why it meant a lot. I hadn’t asked him to choose up chicken, but he knew how much Clutch liked it. By some means, the proven fact that it was “chicken for Clutch”, not only “for the cats”, triggered this huge wave of affection, and I knew then that I loved this man.
He hadn’t done it to attain points or impress me. It wasn’t some big romantic gesture or practiced words. It was an easy act of kindness that told me all the pieces I needed to know.
So for those of you who’re waiting for the massive moment, the flashing sign, or dramatic scene, you would possibly end up waiting some time. As a rule, love is within the small things, the tiny gestures, the day by day routines. Find the one that does the equivalent of shopping for “chicken for Clutch”, whatever that’s for you.
