I remember when my dad said he didn’t want a cat. He always said, ‘I can’t deal with another
pet.’ He liked his quiet, simple life just him and his coffee in the mornings. But everything
changed when I found him. It was on that chilly afternoon, the one that still gives him the chills
when he talks about it. I was just a tiny kitten, hungry and wandering, and he didn’t even know
what to do when I walked into the house. It was a mess, but somehow, we both clicked right
away.
Now, look at us he’s in the kitchen, leaning in next to me by the sink, both of us curiously
sniffing at something we can’t quite explain. It started with a hesitant glance, then a few strokes
as I made myself at home on the couch, and before he knew it, we were a team. Every morning,
he’s the first to give me a head scratch, and I’ve trained him to sneak me treats when no one’s
looking. When he’s in the kitchen, I’m right there next to him, a little paw reaching for his spoon,
pretending I’m just curious, but I know exactly what I want.
Who would’ve thought that a cat me, the one who ‘wasn’t supposed to be here’ would
become his little sidekick? We share everything now: the couch, the mornings, even the
occasional trip to the sink. But what we really share is this unspoken bond, and I know he
wouldn’t change it for anything in the world. And neither would I.
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