Elvis

This is something I've been wanting to post about for a while, but have been too afraid that I'd come off as crazy. But considering that a large percentage of my daily happiness is dependent upon this thing, not posting about it would be like not mentioning if I were an amputee.

How do I do it without sounding like a nut, though? How do I convey the fact that he's not like any cat I've ever come across? And that I swear he loves me...like really, loves me. How do I convey to non cat-people that he's more like a dog, and has a real personality? That he somehow knows the sound of my car from blocks away, and is already mewing his loud, funny Siamese mew before I even start up the walkway? That as soon as I walk in the door, he follows me around the house, chatting away, until I pick him up? That whatever bad day I had been having quickly dissipates as I scruff him, and he chatters at me?


Why am I so attached to him? I ask myself that a lot. Is it because he's totally scared of other people, and won't come out from under the bed until they leave, but with me, well he couldn't be more affectionate if he tried? Most mornings I wake up to find that I'm spooning him.

And that he lets me do pretty much whatever I want to him, just as long as I'm paying attention to him?

Have you ever had something in your life that you knew, from the minute you saw them, that you would love them?

Who you could tell exactly what they were thinking just by their posture?

Who made you laugh just by looking at them?

No matter how lonely I get, or how bad a day I'm having, or how crappy I look, there's always someone who's happy I'm home.

I know, know, know this part sounds crazy, but he makes me feel like I must be a good person...I have the most awesome cat in the world, so I must have done something right to deserve him.