People said that to us all the time. But we did.
He wasn't much for parties. He was more of a hang out on the pillow watching Netflix kind of guy.
God forbid you should actually want to read a book.
It was futile to think he would use a scratching post when there was upholstery available in all kinds of expensive fabrics and formats.
When we first brought him home, almost seventeen years ago, he made a beeline for my overstuffed office and disappeared for three days. We found him hidden behind my CFA notebooks, skinny and scared. Later, it would still sometimes take us hours to locate him, purring in a nest of cables and wires behind the television, or daintily tucked into a basket of bills that was seemingly far to small to hold him.
He was wild for the scent of strawberries.
He rocked that notch.
He was wary of strangers, but not unfriendly. Regulars earned a stroll-by and pause for a rub down the back. My niece earned a special gift** placed under her bed in exchange for all the Pounce and bedtime stories when she visited.
He was not fond of closed doors.
But he could be extremely "helpful" with Christmas wrapping.
After years of avoiding my daughter because of her childhood tendency to either grab him and carry him everywhere or run up to him and yell, they finally reached a truce as one of them matured.
He was completely devoted to my son, as they both made the same lifestyle choices of remaining prone in comfortable places with entertaining things to watch.
He tolerated and then taunted Blackjack, sauntering through the kitchen and claiming the couch as soon as the dog retired to the porch, one eye open to watch the cat preening contentedly in his just-vacated spot on the rug. It was almost as though they took shifts being the family pet, and Rafiki had nights.
Night was really our time, his and mine. He'd walk over my husband's legs to sit on me and watch TV, and then wait patiently as I sat at the kitchen counter and answered email or drafted blog posts after everyone else had gone to bed.
Then, we would sleep.
Yes, we had a cat.
I wish with all my heart we still did.
Rest in peace, Rafiki
* Literally, he split his ear.
** Dead mouse. He was also an ace lizard tail remover.