I Love My Cat

So it’s currently 5:33 AM at the time of me writing this. I have just woken up from a great sleep, and today I have school off, which makes it even better. Anyways, so I wake up, right? And I immediately look over to my cat’s bed, which is right by mine. Spoiler alert, she’s not there. I’m confused, and start recollecting last night, and if she came in or not, and I look around my room. As my head turns towards the front of my bed, I see my cat, standing right there in front of it.

I’m someone who likes to sleep in the dark. There was a time where hell hath no fury like a child who doesn’t have a light source to go to sleep to. Now, I’ve successfully gotten over that phase, and actually sleep better in the dark. The reason why I bring up sleeping in the dark is because in the pitch black of my room, all I could see were my cat’s eyes, staring at me. I honestly didn’t even realize that she was a cat at all, because well, I just woke up. My brain wasn’t properly working.

I just thought that that was a funny thing. But it got me thinking about just how much I love my cat, and technically, I have three, but this is all about one of them, my first furbaby, Soshi. I’ve had cats for four years now, and it’s going to be five in July. Before my Soshi, my mom swore that she would never get a cat, or any pet other than a fish— which she actually did get me. Oh by the way, guess who watched her die? 11-year-old me, baby. It’s a core memory of mine, and the scene of her swimming slower and slower, and then finally dropping to the bottom of her bowl on her side sometimes replays in my head, and I hate it. I loved that fish so much, I got her a card for her anniversary, since I didn’t actually know her birthday.

Getting away from my fish trauma, in 2019, my mom gifted me the greatest thing that I would commit world crimes for: a cat. We got her when she was a wee kitten, and I basically raised her, and she’s been my friend, child, therapist, and light of my life since then. There’s never something that I wouldn’t do for her, and I just love her so much.

Soshi’s very cuddly, at least with me. She really likes her red light toy, and I have the one that lets you change the shapes of the light, and I always use the mouse shape. She has the cutest little face, and loves when you rub her head. She also really likes feet; I don’t know where that came from. She’s also an avid napper, and I don’t blame her. I actually envy her because of how comfy and snug she looks. We play peek-a-boo with each other sometimes, and it’s basically when I hide behind a corner and she has to come find me before I find her. I think it’s more fun for me, if I’m being honest. I’m always talking to her about stuff, like my life, a new show I’m watching, a movie I want to see, anything I want to rant about, you name it. I’m always finding ways to spend time with her, including grooming and even watching TV with her.

Now I know what you’re thinking, ‘that’s a cat.’ No shit, Sherlock. My cat has been by my side and has never left it. I’m aware that she can’t actually understand me, or can’t actually respond. I’m aware that she’s just a cat. However, she may just be a cat, but she’s my cat, and I love her regardless of her limitations as such. She’s perfect, and the greatest friend that I could have ever asked for.

Alright, so that was my morning thought. I think I’m going to have a homemade hot peppermint mocha with something else for breakfast.