A Nice Memory

So, it was quite the weekend. It was HER birthday. Sure, flowers, cake, wine, and what she calls her "toys." Where was the ME in all that? Well, she knew better than to give me the cake or the wine and though she let me sniff her new toys, I really have no use for them. The flowers are another story, though. I am quite partial to them.

Then SHE remembered. SHE did. SHE really did.

Many years ago, when I was three, those whom I thought were my people left me at the Human Society. They told lies on my form - for instance, they listed me as a boy and said I sprayed the house whenever the new man of the family was around. As if. I am a girl kitty. I may have my passive-aggressive moments, but I never spray.

After awhile, I was moved to the animal shelter. There was a terrible mention about that place that Mikah refers to as Rainbow Heaven. I so was not ready to go there. Then SHE came in. It took me a while to really notice her, it was just good to be out of the cage.

It wasn't until a few days later, after I was "fixed" (like I was broken?), and coming out of the dizzy stuff, that I really saw HER. It was the middle of the night. I had been sleeping off the dizzy stuff under HER bed. I could not figure out where I was, so I started yelling for help. HER voice was nice, so I crawled out from under the bed and SHE invited me up on top. SHE spoke in soothing tones and did HER best to make me comfortable. SHE did not yell at me for making noise.

So I thought I'd stay.

And all that happened many years ago on one of HER past birthdays. And SHE remembered.

SHE said the flowers were for me (I'd have had my picture made with them, but they made me sneeze).