Welcome to Fuzzypants!
And I’m kind of a geek.
(My sister will probably say that the “g” should most definitely be a capital letter…) I get really, really excited about things that I like. I remember wanting my hair cut like Bruce Wayne’s when I was 7 and I was totally obsessed with Batman (I kinda still am but I gave up on the hairstyle). Even today, I get excited when I find a Harry Potter weekend marathon on TV, a new Doctor Who special, or an open weekend in which I can binge-watch some Sci-Fi or Fantasy series on Netflix. I find that I can never hold back a little one-girl dance party when I see something awesome.
You should’ve seen when these 2 things ran headlong into each other.
I was recently divorced and wanted a companion in my old, creaky house. When I first saw this huge kitty looking up at me from the bottom of a stack of kitty condos, I was absolutely overcome by his cuteness and his beautiful green eyes. I think I blurted out something fairly incoherent in my excitement. He was understandably apprehensive of me, but he let me adopt him anyway.
On the car ride home, I named him Samwise, after my favorite Lord of the Rings character: Samwise Gamgee. Samwise the Brave. He’d make sure I never felt alone, and he’d be there if I watched too many episodes of X-files before bed and woke up creeped out in the middle of the night. He’d never be on the bottom of a stack again.
And then the world went BOOM.
Samwise and I got to know each other slowly. He learned not to judge me (at least visibly) when I did things like dance excitedly around my living room to a catchy new song, and I learned how to cuddle him to get the loudest purrs. But our bond really strengthened when my company, where I had worked for 19 years, announced they were shutting down. After painful months of weighing my options (and dealing with the new world of panic attacks and anxiety), I made the impossible decision to accept a job in a new state. It took me away from my family and friends and my beloved home. But I had my Samwise.
He stuck by me, he let me spoil him, he let me cry on his shoulder and he helped me rediscover my love of photography. One day, I snapped a picture of him as he contorted all of his 16-pounds into a massive cat-yoga pose, paws stretched out as far as they could reach, and I said through my laughter, “Samwise, you sure do have some fuzzy pants!” And Fuzzypants Pet Photography was born.
You know what I’m talkin’ about!
I knew there were other people that see their pets as their hero, their confidant, their family. And here you are! You want to showcase your rockin’ pet so everyone that visits your home knows how perfect they are and that the bottom of the stack is no place for them. And I can totally help you with that. I’ve been spotlighting your pets since 2011 and I still get excited enough to throw in a little happy dance or two.