Life with Lilly.

Nov 16, 2010 12:25

This morning, I woke up with a long white and blue cat stretched out on my legs, pinning me in place as best as she could with the full force of her sixteen pounds and abiding desire for me not to go to work. I told her she was a good girl and put her on the pillow, and left the house.

Last night, I lay in my bed chatting with Chris on the phone while that same white and blue cat loafed up on my chest and watched me with bright blue, contentedly slitted eyes, purring madly. There's a love in the Siamese gaze that just says "You are the only reason the sun comes up in the morning, and I am fond of sunbeams" the way no other kind of cat can. I do believe that Alice and Thomas truly love me, but Lilly adores me beyond all measure.

Today is Lilly's sixth birthday.

She's been living with me for most of her life at this point, and we first met when she was only days old, still a pure white lump of potential. I remember waiting for her points to come in, praying she'd be blue, praying she'd want to live with me. And she was, and she did, and she's been one of the best cats-and one of the best friends-I've ever been lucky enough to have.

Happy birthday, Lilly. May you have many, many more.

lilly, good things, cats, love

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