Today is a big day. The woman and I celebrate our 1 year anniversary. One year ago today, she was out raking leaves in the backyard. Just like today, it was bitter cold and blustery. She was walking back from carrying a tarp filled with leaves to the front curb when she saw this:
Yes…that is me…doing my best to stay warm. It had been a long hard night because of the wind and the temperatures dropping down into the teens. The woman was shocked to find me there and I must say…I was shocked to see her. I just wasn’t a big fan of people…but that’s a story for another day.
What I didn’t realize was that I had taken up residence in the yard of a human that cannot bear to see someone like me suffer. And, I suppose if I’m honest, life really was hard then. I was suffering. I wasn’t feeling particularly good that day because I had gotten into an epic battle with this SOB the day before…
We got into a fight over food the woman set out for people like ME…not him. I would’ve won that battle if it hadn’t been for those ridiculous razors he had for feet. He pulled a girly move and scratched me…pretty badly. So I had a big cut down the front of my chest and it was very sore.
When the woman realized I had been hurt, she scooped me up before I could protest and put me in a box-like contraption…
I was seriously not sure about this…first, she was a human. Secondly, I was put in a box. And thirdly, I had no idea what was going to happen next.
Well, she took me to a place where they squeezed me, poked me, and exposed me to indignities with a thermometer that I could never explain.
I was tested for all kinds of diseases and got a clean bill of health. I had already been “snipped” as they say…so that was a plus, too. I was then put back in the box and we headed out the door.
It was then that I got my first really good look at the woman…
…and I knew right then that I would love her forever. I knew I could trust her and she would love me for all eternity.
We went back to her house and I feared she was going to make me get out of the box and go back to my pile of leaves to stay warm. I didn’t want to be separated from her…I liked how she spoke very softly to me and rubbed my back and my neck.
To my great surprise, she took me into the house…the house I had tried to stay close to for warmth and food for so long. At first, she and I went into a room alone. It had a wonderful bed that was heated…we stayed there and talked for a couple of hours…just the right amount of time for me to relax and realize I was safe.
The first two days, all I did was this:
It’s not easy being outside without shelter. I was so tired of always being on alert…and I was cold…so very cold. So I slept…for almost 48 hours straight.
The woman constantly came and checked on me and whispered that she loved me. She also brought me breakfast…and dinner…in bed:
And so the rest, as they say, is history…I love the woman and she loves me. I am hers and she is mine. Yes, I have to tolerate a house filled with ignorant cats, but…it’s all worth it. And, I get to have a little fun by occasionally scaring the bejeezuz out of these inferior beasts she calls her pets.
At the end of the day I can say I know what love is. Not everyone can say that. And, for that, I will be eternally thankful.