To Anyone That Cares

To: My Cat

Black fur covers almost everything I own, but I don't mind. The backs of my couches are a bit tattered, that I mind a bit. But I don't scorn you and get mad at you for ages, because you're still a kitten (at least in my mind). You're a playful, cuddly, lovable, and adorable cat.

I remember the day I got you when I was ten. I was so excited! I remember walking up to this quaint looking home with a "free kittens" sign on it and really debating whether I should look at the kittens or not. And when I finally decided to walked inside, all of the kittens scampered away, but only paid attention to you. Because you were the one that ran smack dab into the closet door and fell on your bottom. I laughed so much, and that's exactly why made me fall in love with you and had to have you.

Now, years later, you're still running into closet doors. But instead of being shy, you're comforting. You have the right amount of sass with me so that I know exactly what you're trying to tell me. You kept me company even when no one else did. Honestly, you are the cutest thing ever to me. Especially when you wear your little sweater I got from Macy's and snuggle in my lap.

As I write this today, you're all snuggled up against me. You purr and purr and it's one of my simple pleasures to listen to. Through all my years, I've had too many friends, most all have turned out fake, but you are the one constant thing in my life. You're constant because I know that when I come home a crying mess, you won't judge or tell me to suck it up. What you do is curl up on my lap and purr that beautiful purr that makes me feel loved. I'm so glad that I decided to check out the kittens that day. It turned out to be one of the best decisions of my life. Thank you, my beautiful baby kitty.

My love,
Elizabeth Lynn Martin