As I’m beginning to write this, FiFi Bofinkles is at my feet. She’s circling me, she’s rubbing up against my ankles, every now and then 2 paws appear on my knee caps and she begins to rub them. Her green eyes meet my blue ones, I fall in love all over again.
FiFi came to us in 2009 and to say she has stole my heart is a big understatement. The story of her arrival though wasn’t expected.
In 2009 we went to a cat show here in New York called “Meet the Breeds”. It’s basically a show where you can walk around and pet and baby talk every single breed of cat. For those obsessed with cats, this is basically the greatest day of the year. There Matthew and I met a white Persian cat named Georgia. Matthew fell in love. He took pictures with her, snuggled in her fur, and then on the subway ride home it was all about Georgia. At that time we “only” had 2 cats, Xanadu and Essy, but were thinking about adding a 3rd. So we set off on a online journey to visit all the shelters and Craigslist to see if we could find and rescue a Persian cat. After a few days we came across a Persian named Chloe. She was beautiful. We sent a email and a few days later we had a interview to meet Chloe in Brooklyn Heights. There we met Chloe and hoped we would all get along. There was another cat there in the apartment that the owners were looking for a home for too, but we didn’t pay much attention to her as our attention was on Chloe. A few days later we received a disappointing email saying they decided to go with another family for Chloe, someone who was more familiar with the grooming process with Persians. Then the email went on to say that their other cat, the ordinary one that noone paid much attention to next to Princess Chloe, still needed a home and she seemed to fall in love with Matthew during the visit – did we want to adopt her? My heart was broken. How could we say no to this innocent kitty? The next day I was picking FiFi up in a cab with a catnip banana. FiFi came with her own stroller too – I’m not kidding – but that explains basically everything about her. The owners told me that FiFi was born in the South, sold in a pet store looking very sickly where her original owner bought her out of worry. Eventually she moved from the South to New York City. She’s 100% Southern Belle.
On the cab ride home she cried, I rubbed her cheeks through the cat carrier. Then we got home and she was pretty terrified of her new surroundings so she hid under the couch for the next few days. I was heart broken again, I wanted her to feel safe. So for the next few days while she hid under the couch, I set up my work station on the floor in front of the couch. I worked on my laptop, read, ate lunch on that floor. FiFi came closer to me everytime I put my hand under the couch to try to talk her out. Eventually she came out, head first, belly next, finally her entire body. There she rubbed her head all over my lips again and again and again. FiFi we learned quickly had alot of love to give. There the name FiFi Bofinkles was created as it randomly came out of my mouth.
Years later – FiFi Bofinkles adopted me to the role of her best friend and protector. She is everywhere where I am. If I’m sleeping, she’s on my pillow. If I’m on my computer, she’s on my desk. If I’m working out, she’s stretched out in Yoga like positions on my mat, if I’m in the shower, she’s outside of it pawing to get in, if I’m washing dishes she’s on the counter between me and the sink, if I’m trying to entertain a friend she’s on my lap wondering why I’m not paying her full attention. My FiFi Bofinkles, she’s everywhere. And no matter where she is, she’s demanding kisses. I’ve often said we could get her a kissing booth and she would become a billionaire. She loves kissing. Everyday she requests somewhere between 600 to 8,000 kisses. And if you make the first move and kiss her, instinct kicks in and the next hour her head will be planted your lips. She’s my kissing machine.
She came to us unexpected, and I ended up getting a best friend out of the deal. I couldn’t imagine my life without this cat. She cheers me up when I’m sad, she tells me I’m special in her own way, she loves me. I’m spoiled by such a special girl.
So let’s meet FiFi Bofinkles, she’s quite a character….