has it been a year?
Lina checking out her new digs last summer
I realized a few minutes ago when I was sitting on the couch that this month is the anniversary of me adopting Lina into my life. I don't remember an exact date, but I believe it was July 17th of this last year that I walked into PetSmart and made her my own. I had wanted a cat all my life, but my Mom wouldn't let me have one, and then Bre was allergic to them. I made a vow that as soon as I was on my own I would adopt a cat of my very own. Barbara and I went on that first trip to check out the cats. My wants were very specific. I wanted an adult cat about a year old, and the rest we would figure out from there. There were a lot of different cats there, but Lina caught my eye the first time I saw her. Barbara and I even talked about her that day. I wanted to wait until I had more money saved up, so I went back, and to my surprise, Lina was still there. I took John for a visit and he loved her to death. Lina is the best present that John ever gave me. He knew I didn't want to wait much longer to get a cat, and he let me borrow the money to get her. He was generous enough to call her a present afterwards.
Lina, you are a joy to have in my household. I know there's times that I joke that I'll drop you off at the Chinese place, but I'd never do that. I'd be in a million pieces if anything ever happened to you. We've had such a good time over the past year, I cannot believe it's been that long.
Two of my very favorite things, together
My feeble attempt at a Christmas card with us both. Lina was not amused
So here's to the mornings that you sit on top of my bedstead like a vulture ("Lina! Get Down!")
To the time you nearly burnt down my apartment (Todd: "Did you mean to leave the stove eyes on?")
To the millions of times I've had to yell at you when I'm on the phone (Jay: "it's not a call to Miranda unless she's admonished the cat at least once")
To the mornings you've woken me up, and the mornings you've let me sleep.
To the nights that you escape at two am when I'm barefoot and cussing you as hard as I can.
To the times that I leave for far too long and come home to an indignant cat that doesn't want me out of her sight.
To the times you've gotten up next to my head and purred like crazy when I cried myself to sleep.
I love you, Lina. Thanks for being my very first pet.
Checking out the sun and most likely the birds outside
Your friend and the one who feeds you,
Miranda