Meet My Dad – Happy Father’s Day from Pebbles the Blind Cat

Meet my dad. Yeah, that’s him. He’s the big guy in the picture that’s holding me. I must admit I am quite fond of him. So, dear Daddy, as we honor our fathers this time of year, this one is for you! 

And just in case you missed it, check out my tribute to pet moms as well!

So who is my dad, anyway?

Mom calls my dad “Paul”, but his real name is Daddy. I don’t know how old he is, but he’s pretty old because he was already elderly when I met him way back over a year ago.

Daddy is what Mom calls a “truck driver” for a book company. He is not home a lot of the time, so when he is, we all make the most of it! I especially love it when he’s home. He eats things that Mom doesn’t always approve of (stop with all those nasty fruits and vegetables already!). When she isn’t looking, he always slips me a bite or two.

Daddy and Me

My dad and I have a special relationship. As previously mentioned, my favorite thing about him is all the tasty tidbits he secretly slips me. But often he expects (nay, demands) cuddles in return. However, I do not always approve of this transaction.

I can neither confirm nor deny the allegations that I can be a tad overly dramatic at times. However, I do find it a little offensive that my dad and mom sometimes refer to me as “Diva Pebbles” when I just need a little space. And yet, Daddy remains undeterred. No matter how much I kick and scream, he will sometimes force me to cuddle. He refers to it as the “Elmyra” cuddles. I refer to it as obnoxious.

Even though he can be overwhelming at times, my dad is one of my best buddies. When he’s home he likes to sit on the front porch while I chase bugs. Unfortunately, he can be somewhat overprotective at times. He remains convinced that I will be eaten by wild dogs or bitten by a snake or something. I mean, obviously I am a big, brave girl. I am quite capable of taking care of myself.

But, some of my favorite Daddy-Pebbles times are when we get to go outside together. Thanks for that, Daddy!

My dad is a softie for all the animals

Yes, he belongs to me. But I do occasionally share him with my brofurs and sisfurs. I suppose they need Daddy time, too. Unfortunately, I must admit that on occasion, he has even come home reeking of strange animals. *Sigh*. I suppose this is the sad reality I must learn to accept. He is my dad, after all!

Of course, I am Daddy’s little precious angel, the most important thing in his life. Only second to me, however, is my canine sisfur, Linnie. Linnie is a Border Collie/ Dachshund mix he rescued from pet prison (she was apparently arrested because she was “too wild for the grandkids”). Daddy and Linnie are very fond of each other. Mom has learned to accept the fact that she has moved down to the third girl in Daddy’s life.

Happy Father’s Day, Daddy! 

There you have it, my pawsies! In case you haven’t figured it out by now, I happen to have the best daddy in the world. He may smother me in kisses, he may not let me off my leash outside, but I suppose that’s my dad for you!

So, dear Daddy. When I get mad at you for locking me up when you are eating or for picking me up when I am not in the mood, just know that I still love you. Thank you for your hard work. Thank you for your soft heart. And thank you for loving me and giving me the best life possible!

Happy Father’s Day, Daddy!

Until next time… Keeping Pebbles Strong!