We sat down to fill out the adoption paperwork and they asked \u201cOk, what\u2019s its name going to be?\u201d Before I could open my mouth with an opinion, my daughter says \u201cSchool Bus.\u201d This is where I finally put my foot down and told her flatly, \u201cWe can\u2019t have a cat named School Bus, that\u2019s just not a good name for a cat.\u201d Instead, I made the executive decision that his name would be \u201cGiddyup-oom-poppa-oom-poppa-meow-meow.\u201d In all fairness to me, I had just seen the Oak Ridge Boys in concert so their song Elvira was fresh on my mind. Granted, that isn\u2019t much of an excuse but it is what I cling to. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Also, it gave me a cheap thrill to think that one day someone at the veterinarian\u2019s office would have to call out for \u201cGiddyup-oom-poppa-oom-poppa-meow-meow Simmons? Giddyup-oom-poppa-oom-poppa-meow-meow Simmons?\u201d \u00a0Yes, in hindsight our cat would be named School Bus if I could live life all over again. Long story (and name) short, we nicknamed him G, although sometimes we call him G Man, G Star, and, more recently, Geepers.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Thus began my life with a cat named G.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I would describe our relationship as a marriage of inconvenience.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He is constantly under my feet no matter where I step and, too many times to count, he has made me dance like Mr. Bojangles to avoid stepping on him. He seems displeased with the general speed in which I refill his food and water bowls, so he feels the need to be right at my heels to prod me along.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I\u2019d rather clean out my toilet, do dishes by hand, clean out my gutters, and hand scrub my floors than have to change his litter. For his part, he can\u2019t wait to \u201cchristen\u201d the new litter once it has been changed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Every so often, we will lock eyes in a tense icy stare that would put you in the mind of Clint Eastwood versus Eli Wallach in \u201cThe Good, the Bad and the Ugly.\u201d You\u2019d think we were about to draw on each other in a gunfight.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I look at him sometimes and think \u201cyou\u2019re fat and lazy.\u201d He looks at me sometimes and I can tell he is thinking \u201cyou\u2019re fat and lazy.\u201d Unfortunately, we are both right. It is actually what finally bonded us.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

We have come to a silent agreement where he will lay on my lap and nap while I lean back in the recliner watching TV. It works out perfectly for both of us because he can sleep in peace and I have an excuse to not get out of my chair and do anything productive, I just think to myself \u201cI better not move and bother the poor ol\u2019 fella while he rests.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I am not a cat person and he is not a person cat but we\u2019ve managed to somehow make it work. Why, I think we are even role models for others for how to get past differences to make peace. In fact, I can even make it rhyme \u201cBe like me and G.\u201d Maybe, just maybe, if the Democrats and Republicans read this story then there will be hope in this world. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

I have never and will never consider myself to be a cat person. I have the feeling my cat would never consider himself to be a person cat so I guess that makes us even in that regard. My daughter really wanted a pet and, well, she bosses me around even though she is 5 […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":526,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"nf_dc_page":"","WB4WB4WP_MODE":"","WB4WP_PAGE_SCRIPTS":"","WB4WP_PAGE_STYLES":"","WB4WP_PAGE_FONTS":"","WB4WP_PAGE_HEADER":"","WB4WP_PAGE_FOOTER":"","_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-523","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"yoast_head":"\n