I wanted to take the time to write this to you. In case you haven’t noticed; you’re my world. You are indeed my “soul cat” and I don’t think that there will ever be another like you. If you don’t remember, I stepped foot into the local humane society 9 years ago, there to adopt a kitten. I walked through the double doors and instead of the cute orange tabby babies catching my attention, it was you, this scraggly tortoiseshell, with eyes that lit up the room. It was then, as I attempted to walk past you, that you stuck out one paw and stopped me dead in my tracks. I knew then, as I know now, that you would be my cat–the most precious thing in the world to me. Since then, you have given me the most joy. Of course, there are those times that you lay on my laptop and open 10 encrypted pages, making my computer crash. There are those times when my face and chest make a better pillow, or those nights I don’t get a pillow at all. No matter what I’m making, if the can opener starts, you’re there running in-between my legs, expecting it to be tuna, and expecting to get some. No matter how long I’ve been gone that day, we can sit by the fire with a cup of hot tea and read our book. Your gentle purring lulls me into a comfortable and happy place—a place where I feel at peace, knowing everything is going to be okay. You have welcomed my fiancé into our home, even accepting his cat into the family. You are always there for me. However, I know as the winters come and go, and the grey adds contrast to your fur, you won’t always get to be there for me. But I hope you know, with the most certainty, that you have a place in my heart–more like a piece of me… forever. You are my “soul cat,” you are my familiar, and I will always love you.