My Golden Eyed Lover

Chapter 1

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"Really!?"

"Yes, really," The man and his wife said in unison.

"Really, really?"

They laughed. "Yes, Alex. Really."

"Yaaaaaaaaaaaaay!!!" 

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That was thriteen years ago. When I was that annoying little kid walking around throwing rocks at everything. I'm nineteen, graduated from high school, working full time at my parents' zoo. Wild Cat Recovery Zoo. We take in wild cat's that have been illegally kept, abused, or left behind to die alone. For thirteen years we have kept this zoo up and running. I was amazed about how many people showed up to the opening day of the zoo. But everyone loved it.

It had been my dream for as long as I could remember to own a zoo. And with my Mother's reputation and my Father's money, well, it was possible. We of course had to hire professionals. We hired our own Vet too. But everyone who works here and all the cats have now become part of my family. I couldn't be any happier.

Oh wait. Yes I can.

About three years ago we brought in a black cougar to our ever growing family. He was huge. From eight feet long, from tip of the nose to tip of the tail. And thirty-three inches tall from the feet up to the shoulders. One of the largest cougars I have ever seen. He was beautiful. Pure black fur with the most amazing gold eyes ever. 

Apparently he had been hunted and captured, only to be kept in a cage and shown off at some underground gambling bar. The cops caught the men before he could be auctioned off and brought him to us. If it wasn't for my family's reputation the cops probably wouldn't have known about our zoo. Then I would have never met this beautiful cat.

I don't know how to explain it but...after begging to be in charge of him, my Father finally allowed me to tend to the cat. I gave him a name, I fed him, I changed his bedding. I did everything for him. And somehow, unlike any other cat, this cat felt human like to me. Like I said, I don't know how to explain it. 

Out of all the cat's, he's the only one who let's me pat him. Under the chin, behind the ears, his back, his stomach, I can touch him as much as I want without being ripped apart by his incredibly sharp teeth, He lays down in the sun ans watches me clean his bedding--if its raining than he sits away from me in his holding room, as if trying to stay out of my way. He sits and waits for me to bring in his food and place it in front of him. My favorite part about him is when I can come in to his habitat while I'm on break and he let's me lay against him. We lay there until break is over. And I scratch behind his ears. I talk to him like he's a human too, even though I know he won't answer back.

After three years, I feel like we have made such a tight bond that if one of us were to leave the other we would most likely die from lonlieness. At least, that's how I feel.

"Hey Cody. Lunch."

I walked in to the cougar habitat. It was quiet. I looked behind me and noticed that Cody wasn't sitting in his usual spot.

"Cody?"

I left the deer carcas behind and walked around, looking for Cody. I couldn't find Cody any where, and he wasn't scheduled for any vet visit. I became worried. I went to check his holding room just in case but he wasn't there either. One more time I ran back through his exhibit and called out his name.

"Cody!"

Suddenly I'm pushed from behind. I land on the ground taking a good chunk of dirt in my mouth. There's a loud growl from behind as I struggle to get free. I stop moving and I can hear the growl soften into a purr. I laugh and manage to turn around, even with a giant cat on me.