I live alone in a city where I’ve been for three years, haven’t gotten into dating yet and live 4 hours away from my parents. When I first moved down here I didn’t have money for a back scratcher and my back was very itchy moving into a new place being all sweaty with a broken shower. Therefore, I took a fork from the kitchen and used it to scratch my back (disgusting I know) but I make sure that fork never leaves my room and will never again be used for food. It’s become a habit where if I get a scratchy back I get “the fork” and scratch away. My cat who turns 10 in 5 days saw me getting scratches in the beginning and wanted some too. I take the fork and scratch it gently down her back and get her cheeks and tummy. There have been times where there have been 15 minutes of “fork time” just for HER! We’ve even had to take shifts where she gets a few minutes and I get a few minutes. She sometimes begs for fork time at the end of spring to get her undercoat out, where she’ll meow at the drawer where the fork is and even try to open it up. When she hears the drawer open she’ll drop what’s she’s doing to get fork time. Even the slight clatter of metal together in my room brings her to my bed where she meows for “fork time”. It’s our little routine where when we’re both get scritches I say “it’s fork time!”Thank you for reading our scratchy story.
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Backup of the post’s body: I live alone in a city where I’ve been for three years, haven’t gotten into dating yet and live 4 hours away from my parents. When I first moved down here I didn’t have money for a back scratcher and my back was very itchy moving into a new place being all sweaty with a broken shower. Therefore, I took a fork from the kitchen and used it to scratch my back (disgusting I know) but I make sure that fork never leaves my room and will never again be used for food. It’s become a habit where if I get a scratchy back I get “the fork” and scratch away. My cat who turns 10 in 5 days saw me getting scratches in the beginning and wanted some too. I take the fork and scratch it gently down her back and get her cheeks and tummy. There have been times where there have been 15 minutes of “fork time” just for HER! We’ve even had to take shifts where she gets a few minutes and I get a few minutes. She sometimes begs for fork time at the end of spring to get her undercoat out, where she’ll meow at the drawer where the fork is and even try to open it up. When she hears the drawer open she’ll drop what’s she’s doing to get fork time. Even the slight clatter of metal together in my room brings her to my bed where she meows for “fork time”. It’s our little routine where when we’re both get scritches I say “it’s fork time!”Thank you for reading our scratchy story.
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