‘Don’t Let Anyone Tell You That Cats Don’t Bond, That Cats Don’t Love.’

We take a break from our usual inanity, humor and Buddy’s mind-bogglingly terrible advice column to call your attention to this beautiful tribute to a special cat.

Tom Wrobleski, an opinion writer for the Staten Island Advance, said a tearful goodbye to his cat, Malkovich, on Jan. 11. 

“I’ve cried more for that cat over the last three weeks than I have over some people that I’ve lost in my life,” he writes.

Tom says Malkovich was supposed to be his kids’ cat, but ended up bonding with him:

Mal would meet me at the door when I came home, flopping down and giving me his belly. He followed me into the bathroom. He curled up next to me in bed. He would flop in the hallway upstairs and rub his face on my foot.

Don’t let anyone tell you that cats don’t bond, that cats don’t love, that cats are stand-offish. Mal loved me. And I loved him. He was my buddy. My best boy. The top cat.

He became part of the fabric of our lives. He even grudgingly tolerated Lucy, the neighborhood stray we adopted in 2017.

Mal’s illness snuck up on Wrobleski, as so many cat health problems do because our furry friends are so stoic.

“We thought that Mal was getting a little chubby in recent months. It turns out that he was ill, with fluid gathering in his abdomen,” he wrote. “The news from the vet was dire: Mal had cancer throughout his body. There wasn’t a lot we could do.”

The author’s favorite photo of Malkovich the cat. Credit: Tom Wrobleski

The rest of it is really sad and would have made Buddy and I cry if we weren’t so manly and tough. Wrobleski writes about how much he misses Mal, and how much Mal changed his life during the 11 years he was a part of the family. (They adopted the little guy when he was four years old, and he lived until he was 15.)

His pain at losing the little guy is evident in every word and anecdote.

Be warned, though, that if you’re not as tough as Buddy and I, you probably will shed some tears, which Buddy and I definitely did not do. In fact, immediately after reading Wrobleski’s tribute to Malkovich, Bud and I watched a football game, drank Budweiser and shopped for a good old American pick-up truck while practicing our Sam Elliot voices.


Malkovich on the day he was adopted. Credit: Tom Wrobleski


Malkovich on his last day, sitting in one of his favorite spots and soaking up the sun for the last time. Credit: Tom Wrobleski


“I don’t cry about anything…except vacuums, rustling paper bags, truck back-up beepers, dinner, and being locked out of the bathroom. But other than that, I’m fearless and keep a firm leash on my emotions!”

8 thoughts on “‘Don’t Let Anyone Tell You That Cats Don’t Bond, That Cats Don’t Love.’”

  1. My heartfelt condolences to Tom. I certainly understand. Pets are truly our family. I’m an animal lover. I miss my kiddie Tuxedo, too. Wishing everyone a fur ever love of peace and happiness on two and four legs 💃🏾🐾

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    1. I’m sure it wasn’t easy for Tom to write that column while he’s still grieving, but he really did a nice job conveying how much Mal means to him. I’m sorry to hear about your Tuxedo as well, Wanda.

      I haven’t been there yet and TBH, I can’t even process the thought. The only thing I can do is remind myself to appreciate the little guy.

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  2. I am on Quora.com, a website that has different forums (fora?) where people can write questions about different interests and have others who are knowledgeable respond. I don’t know how many times I’ve seen people ask if cats are capable of love or affection.
    It drives me wild.


  3. The loss of anyone with whom you have shared so much of yourself is always devastating. Our animals companions become our children, yet also our lovers. It is something we never get over, nor should we. I believe the more you love someone, the longer you will grieve. It is a testament to your love. I would not want to be over it in a week. That would show how little I cared.
    Mal was loved very much. That’s beautiful.

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  4. My first cat, who we named Cuddles, arrived in my life as a kitten, just before I turned age 8. She passed 15 years later. When Cuddles was dying, I would get up in the morning, and cry until it was time to go to work. When I came home from work, I would cry until it was time to go to bed. In the years to follow, I lost a number of family members, but I never grieved for any of them as much as I did for that little cat.

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    1. Cuddles was with you for 2/3 of your life at that point, I’m sure that made it even more difficult to say goodbye to her. From what I’ve heard from many people, it’s also difficult because others don’t always respect the fact that grieving for animals is just as legitimate as grieving for humans. Hopefully that’s changing.


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