A Word from Buck: Official Good Boy and Belly-Rub Enthusiast

Hi! I'm Buck! Or Bucky. Or Bucky Boo-Boo. I answer to all of them. Or at least I might if you’ve got snacks or your hand looks like it might scratch my tummy.

So, okay—Olga wrote a blog post recently. I read it. (Okay, I didn’t read it, but I napped on the laptop while it was open, so I kind of absorbed it through osmosis.) She had a lot to say about... well... me.

I just want to set the record straight.

Black and white cat with green eyes on a blanket in a cozy room with a shelf and chair. The cat looks curious and attentive.

I’m Not a Rascal. I’m Just Full of Love (and 20 Pounds of Cuddle)

Look, I’m a big boy. 20 pounds of pure snuggle energy. My favorite thing in the world is being close to my humans—like, on them. If I’m not curled up touching Daddy or Mommy or both, I’m probably flopped next to them in a position I like to call “Maximum Tummy Exposure.” And yes, I actually want tummy rubs. I'm not setting a trap—I live for them.

I snore. I grunt. I flop dramatically. Sometimes I play fetch if the mood strikes. I talk a lot, too—I’ve got a whole vocabulary of chirps and trills and “hellooo?”s. Honestly, I’m basically a small (big?!), furry roommate who always wants to know what’s for dinner.

Fluffy black and white cat lounging on a knit blanket, looking relaxed. Cozy setting with soft colors of blue and beige in the background.

About Olga...

Okay so. Olga.

I like her! I really do! She smells nice, she’s pretty, and she’s so cool. I just want to hang out with her. You know, like wrestle a little. Put her in a friendly headlock. Chase her in a fun, brotherly way.

Apparently, that’s not how she rolls.

She hisses. She growls. She gives me these looks like I’ve committed some kind of royal crime. But I never hiss back. Never growl. I just sit there blinking like “Was it something I did?” (Spoiler: It was. But I still don’t know what.)

Two fluffy cats lounging belly-up on a sunlit striped bench by a window. Their fur contrasts with the bright, warm setting.

Buck and the Yarn Life

I’m not much of a yarn guy, to be honest. That’s Olga’s thing. But if you leave something soft and freshly blocked on the floor? Oh yeah. That’s mine now.

My humans run this cool thing called Greenstone Yarn. I like it because it means there are always cozy things around for me to nap on. They dye yarn in amazing colors, and sometimes the room smells funny but in an interesting way. I don't get involved, but I supervise from a comfortable spot nearby. That counts, right?

Anyway, I think I’ve talked enough. Time for a flop, a nap, and maybe a snack (is it snack time?). If you’re reading this, please pet a cat today. Preferably me.

Love and belly rubs,

Buck

P.S. If you're a yarn lover and a cat cuddler, you’ll love Greenstone Yarn. I sure do—especially for napping. 🐾

Fluffy black and white cat lies belly-up sunbathing on a striped cushion by a sunlit window with crisscross patterns in the background.

A Word from Buck: Official Good Boy and Belly-Rub Enthusiast