You were an unlikely choice for us to adopt. We knew you were “the one” when you hissed at us every time we came to visit the shelter, even through the glass door as we were peeking in the playroom before we would leave. You didn’t want to be held. You didn’t want any part of us, but isn’t it ironic how time changes things? Now you can’t wait to be petted. You follow me around and would prefer that I pet you every hour of the day–and I am happy to oblige. You greet me whenever I come home. You communicate like I never imagined a cat would be able to communicate. Honestly, I never even pictured myself with a cat, in all of my 40 plus years of life–but my teen son convinced me that we needed you, and did we ever! You have brightened our lives in ways I can’t even begin to describe. You still frighten so easily and it makes me sad to think what your life was like before you were taken to the shelter. You still don’t want to be picked up, so I always get down on your level. I see life through your eyes. And I hope you can feel the love I have for you in my heart.
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