“I can’t deal with another pet,” he used to say.
He liked his quiet little routines — just him, his coffee, and peace in the mornings.
But then I showed up.
It was a chilly afternoon, one of those days that still makes him shiver when he talks about it. I was just a tiny, scruffy kitten — cold, hungry, and very lost. I wandered into his house like I owned the place… and he had absolutely no idea what to do with me.
It was chaos. But somehow… it clicked.
Me and him? We made sense.
Now? Well… now he’s leaning over the kitchen counter with me right beside him, both of us sniffing something suspicious like the curious duo we’ve become 😂👃🐾
It started with a glance. Then a hesitant pet.
Before he knew it, I was sprawled on his couch like I’d lived there forever.
He gives me head scratches first thing in the morning now. I’ve trained him to sneak me treats when no one’s looking (he’s a good student, honestly). And every time he heads to the kitchen, guess who’s right there next to him? Yup — me. Little paw reaching for the spoon, acting like I’m just curious. (I’m not. I know exactly what I want. 😼)
He didn’t think he had room in his life for a cat.
But somehow, I found my way in.
Now we share everything — the couch, the coffee moments, even quiet afternoons by the sink.
But what we really share is something deeper.
An unspoken bond.
And I know — I know — he wouldn’t change a thing.
And neither would I. 💛
Credit to the rightful owner~