Life behind bars wasn’t as bad as I had heard. The people loved me. I made them laugh and wowed them when I raised my hand to greet them with a big high five. I was spoiled and pampered. It really was a pretty cool time. I knew the time would end at some point, so I decided to go the online route. I got my picture posted on a web site and who couldn’t help but be charmed by my handsome face and winning personality?
I don’t reveal much about my life before. It doesn’t bear repeating. I believe the past should right where it is, behind me. What is important is what my life is like now. For me that’s the game of life, moving forward.
She was persistent; once she had seen my picture she couldn’t resist me. She let this nugget slip later when we got to know each other more. Truth be told I couldn’t resist her either. Don’t tell her that, though, it spoils the illusion of me being my own man.
When my profile continued to show on the web site several weeks after she had been told I was taken, she had to check into it. She sent the email and waited, barely able to breathe until she knew. When the response came that I was still available she called her sister. She was so excited; this may be the one she gushed during that call. She couldn’t wait to meet me in person.
I tried to act indifferent when I first met her. I yawned, looked around, tried my best to be nonchalant. Thankfully, she didn’t buy the act. She said, “He’s the one.” The deal was done.
She drove to us to her house. I was nervous and it showed. She talked sweetly to me and encouraged me. I thought I would give it a try and see what happened.
When we got to the house I prowled around. I wanted to check it out. If I was going to be living here, I wanted to make sure it was acceptable. It didn’t take long for us to settle into a routine. She learned my habits. I learned hers.
Honestly, life is better here than behind bars. I’m still not talking about my past, but this is definitely better. I wouldn’t go back to the way it was. That’s the game of life. Sometimes the unexpected is just what we need.
In my game of life, I rule the house now. Okay, I admit, I humor her with her rules like not getting up on the dining table, kitchen counters, the computer or piano. Still she has cleared off the coffee table for me. I drink from a glass on that table. I have my toys all over so they are ever ready when I awake from a nap. I love that she leaves the card board boxes around for several days for me to have fun with. I really am easy to please and she really does want me to be happy.
My name is Wilson, the cat. I have found a good human and I love her in my kitty cat way. She loves me, tells me so several times a day. We make a good pair. The game of life has been good to me.
Based on a true story! And don’t forget today is National Hug Your Cat day!
Lovely story … a great game of life romance✌?
Thanks, Karen!
You can hug Wilson for me, since I don’t have a cat! Cute story!
Now there’s something I can get behind! Thanks for visiting the blog.