I admit it; I’m somewhat OCD, but usually about clothing. My outfits must match. If I buy something new, the rule is that it must match, or at least coordinate with two or three other items. This has stood me in good stead for years. If I could have things my way, the lining of my suit jacket would match my blouse, which would match my purse and shoes, and even my lipstick. I do prefer, however, that my cats, Ling-Ling and Ding-a-Ling, match.
So, now I have to deal with something which does not match – anything.
Squeak is a rescue cat. Although born in the back seat of a vintage Mercedes convertible, she was brought to the shelter because no one wanted her. We already had Ling and Ding, but we decided to adopt Squeak, since her brother and sister had been taken by a friend. We felt sorry for this funny-looking Tortoiseshell kitten. My other cats were not amused. My issue? Her paws don’t match.
Although I have repeatedly tried to discuss the situation with her, she continues to behave as if she doesn’t care. She’s taken over the house, made friends with the neighbors who walk by, jumped into the mailman’s van, and has charmed her way into everyone’s heart. So what if her paws don’t match? Squeak is part of the new order. Nothing on her matches; nothing really fits. She’s happy, and she makes us laugh every day. It’s starting not to bother me either. Let’s throw caution to the wind – perhaps I’ll wear two different pieces of a suit together. Maybe my nail polish will clash with my lipstick next week. Who knows? Thanks, Squeak!