To put it mildly, I’m a different breed; a transwoman kitty. So how did I end up pledging
Bayou City Pups? How do I fit in and make it work?
I worried about that for a long time. Rok had been inviting me to attend a Pups event for
a long, long time; over a year, in fact. But I’m a shy kitty, and was nervous about going
into a room full of strangers with this “strange” thing that I do, being a kitty. Rok finally
wore me down, and I got to attend my first mosh. True to form for for a cat, I patrolled
around the edges warily, watching the pups in their roughhousing. It didn’t take long until
I was in the thick of things, and I was hooked.
But the real win, and what sealed the deal for me, was at the end of the night, when I
one of the founding members of the Pups told me, “You’re welcome back any time.
You’re family here; you belong.” I got to my car, and cried uncontrollably for some
minutes, as I’m not used to belonging. I’m not used to unconditional acceptance.
It hasn’t stopped. The pledges are the neatest bunch of pups, and they accept me
wholeheartedly. Having a group of like-minded souls who are there for me if I need them
is a great treasure in my life, and I have told them so.
Is this true throughout the pup community? I can’t say; these pups are my only
exposure. But in this family, I have found a place for me to belong. If you’re looking for
a place to belong, maybe you ought to come find these pups for yourself.