I never thought I’d be thankful of someone’s cat allergy. But if it wasn’t for my old roommate, we wouldn’t be where we are. After enduring a year and a half of my life cat-less, I was ecstatic to find you. I think you were pretty happy to find me as well, given you sprawled out in a lap in the first twenty minutes after I brought you home. I fell in love with you immediately, but I didn’t realize how much love you also had to give. No matter how miserable of a mood I’m in, it is impossible to be unhappy in your presence. Every day, I look forward to coming home from work and being met with your barrage of meows and head butts. Every night, I look forward to flicking off the lights and hearing your little meow as you ask me to lift up the blankets so you may crawl into my arms. My sleeping difficulties are no match for your soft purr and warm, velvety cuddles. And there is no better way to greet the day, than opening my eyes to see your cute, little face and those big, baby blues looking at me. You’ve stolen my heart, my love. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
With all the love in the universe,
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