Adopted Cuddles: One Year Later

Cuddles lying on a faux cowhide rug, looking into the camera.

We adopted Cuddles the cat, aka House Panther, one year ago tomorrow!

He has come a long way. The same lad that was at first hiding out for nearly a week has taken full ownership of the house. He delivers head bumps, wet nose prints, and best of all, he’s a lap cat. Not to mention movie-star handsome.

Large communities of black cat fans have assembled on social media. They discuss misconceptions that keep black cats from easily getting adopted, like dumb superstitions left over from Medieval times. Still burning witches, too? Using leeches to cure the sick?

In fact, the culling of black cats in the Middle Ages contributed to the rise of the bubonic plague. Fewer cats meant more rodents carrying disease. People should be so lucky as to have a black cat cross their path!

Cuddles on a white blanket looking into the camera.
It doesn’t matter that it’s folded. A throw or a blanket will immediately get claimed.

He’s Come a Long Way, Baby

Cuddles began life as an abandoned kitten found scrounging for scraps to survive in a factory, huddled near the trash compactor. How he got there, where his Momma went – no one knows. Even though he’s 13, it’s no wonder he’s still a little jumpy. Sharp noises flatten him out. But his overall courage has improved immensely. He struts into the room at bedtime and no longer leaps away if one of us rolls over. He even ventured up to meet his cousin, Nacho the dog, on Christmas Day. That surprised us all. Especially Nacho!

Cuddles was reluctantly surrendered to Animal Aide when his human partner had to move. It shattered her heart. He was in the shelter for seven months until we found each other. I wish I could tell his original Fur Mama how much he’s loved and lights up our lives.

We’ve settled into a happy routine. I still laugh every time he runs downstairs ahead of me in the morning, knowing the workday is about to begin. Where would my voice-over business be without his supervision? A whole lot less fun, that’s for sure. When he’s extra vocal in the morning, we know it’s because he wants to “read the news”. Derek opens the sliding door, no matter the weather, and Cuddles takes a few sniffs to determine what’s on the wind.

We acknowledge that he hit the adoption lottery with us, but also, us with him. As soon as he came out of hiding, we crowned him our King! I swear we got a bigger bed, in part, for his comfort. He’s funny and fascinating and his presence never gets old. We’re those people – cat people. But not necessarily all cat people. We’re our cat people.

8 thoughts on “Adopted Cuddles: One Year Later”

  1. And happy Catur-versary Lisa, Derek and Cuddles – 16 month old miniature poodle is named after Jack Sparrow, we call him “Captain Cuddles”

  2. Absolutely LOVE this update on dear Cuddles! Black cats are the best ever! I brought my black kitty, Wally, from England years ago when I returned after living there for 13 years—leaving him behind was not an option! Happy First Anniversary Cuddles! XOXO

  3. Oh Lisa, my heart is happy knowing that Cuddles is safe and warm in your loving household. Every single time I see a picture of him going through my Instagram page, I am reminded of my little “niece”, Rhapsody, who looks exactly like Cuddles. Rhapsody is also 13 years old. The shelter she was adopted from does a fantastic job with the kitties they have. Rhapsody’s mom and I decided years ago that instead of buying eachother birthday/Christmas gifts, we give a donation to the shelter.
    May the love and care you and Derek give your sweet boy, come back to you tenfold.

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