Meet the Blog’s Mascot

Monday, November 9th, 2009

While there are multiple animals residing in the Apply Yourself Product Lab, only one can be mascot.  Meet Willow (and in case you’re wondering, yes I am a giant nerd and named my cat after Buffy the Vampire Slayer). She’s

She's not afraid to tell me that I've dipped into dork territory.  Photo Credit: Gwen Feldman

She's not afraid to tell me that I've dipped into dork territory. Photo Credit: Gwen Feldman

one odd feline.

I adopted her a couple years ago.  I had no idea what I was getting myself into.  Really.

When I first wandered into the cat room at the MSPCA (the Massachusetts Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals) I wasn’t sure what kind of companion I desired.  Most cats (rightly so) were terrified of humans.  I approached a volunteer and asked her to introduce me to something cuddly.

“Okay,” she whispered.  “This is Farrah.”  And with that, she pointed to a mottled tortoiseshell stray mutt of a cat, who had been locked away from the rest of her peers due to “attitude problems.”  I looked into Farrah’s (soon to be Willow’s) amber eyes and knew she was mine.

Entranced, I murmured to the volunteer, “she will go home with me.”

With time and kindness, Willow turned into a mercurial but sweetheart of a stray.  When she came home, she was a skinny, tiny mutt.  Now she’s a tower of fur.  A really smart tower of fur.

When she’s hungry, she grasps a can of wet cat food in her jaws and lays it at my feet.  She plays fetch with rubber bands, and if we haven’t done it recently enough, she’ll lay bands or jelly bracelets at our feet to prompt us.  Take a shower, and she’s your wingman on the closed toilet, making sure you won’t succumb to the streams of water.  She’ll drink out of the bathroom sink and then paw her bag to request dry food.  She sleeps on her back with her paws flailing in the air like abandoned maypoles and the cuteness is enough to kill.

The best part?  When we call, she runs to us.  When she’s walking toward me and I wiggle my fingers, she sprints, knowing I’ll lavish affection on her.  Because well, I’m a Willow sucker, always will be, and the cat knows it.

Say hi to Will!

P.S. If you’re looking for a great cause, consider donating to the MSPCA; they’re incredible animal advocates. Their urgent care ward is unparalleled when it comes to sick pets.  These guys put my parakeet on oxygen, and they still help pet owners who cannot afford proper emergency veterinary care.  These guys are amazing.

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