Twelve months of Lilly.
One year ago -- not to the day, since it was February 4th, not February 3rd, but to the calendar position, as it was the first Friday in February -- I got into Chris's car, and we took a little drive to the South Bay, where I picked up a small ball of positively terrified white and gray fluff that thought, for reasonably valid reasons, that we were probably going to eat her. Life is hard when you're a kitten. I informed her that her name was Lillian Kane Markowitz McGuire (the Munster would get added later). She was profoundly unimpressed.
That first night, she burrowed underneath my pillow while we all ate Baja Fresh and occasionally prodded at her in our curiosity and delight, and I feel confident in saying that it was one of the happiest nights of my life to date.
Over the last year, Lilly has more than quadrupled in size. Has rearranged my life to suit her own petty feline desires (rather than my petty human ones). Has stopped fleeing from the big, clunky humans, and started pursuing them instead, demanding food, affection, attention, and whatever else happens to come into her pointy little head. Nothing is the same since she's been with me, least of all the furniture that she's 'blessed' with her claws.
I love my cat beyond words.
That first night, she burrowed underneath my pillow while we all ate Baja Fresh and occasionally prodded at her in our curiosity and delight, and I feel confident in saying that it was one of the happiest nights of my life to date.
Over the last year, Lilly has more than quadrupled in size. Has rearranged my life to suit her own petty feline desires (rather than my petty human ones). Has stopped fleeing from the big, clunky humans, and started pursuing them instead, demanding food, affection, attention, and whatever else happens to come into her pointy little head. Nothing is the same since she's been with me, least of all the furniture that she's 'blessed' with her claws.
I love my cat beyond words.