Meow

Waking up with my brand new eyes, looking at the cardboard box, feeling the cozy warm sky blue blanket. While I turn my small grey head, I see my brothers and sisters playing. Feeling human skin on my fury belly  and all of the sudden I am out of the large brown box. I am pulled close to his heart feeling his stripped cotton t-shirt against my soft new fur. This boy, planted a kiss right on top of my head, between my small ears. Being pet for a large amount of time, he looks deeply into my small green eyes and says "Kitty, that's your name!". I felt like I was falling, so I closed my beautiful green little eyes and as soon as I felt a safe surface, I opened them. While seeing that blue blanket, I turned. As a giant claw attaches to my head I jump. After my playful fight with my brother, I fell asleep.

I've grown since the first time I had opened my eyes. It's been about three weeks since I've seen that box, but the blue blanket follows me everywhere I go. I have traveled from the box to a large cage surrounded by open space with many other different looking creatures. Being held almost every hour by a new person is different. I miss the boy who had picked me up for the very first time, I miss his small heart beat and his cotton shirt. I miss the way he kissed me right on top of my head between my furry little ears. While falling asleep in a clear box like cage, I felt a hand. The cage was shaking like an earth quake when he reached for me. As I woke, it was the him, and his cotton shirt I felt  the very first day. He walks away to the front desk, as the girl behind the low white chipped counter hands him papers, he pulls out a pen.

Before I could even blink, I was put in a grey carrying cage with that blue blanket I learned to love. As I see a hand reach for me, I jump into it. Seeing the boys face once again, I had this warm feeling right where my big heart is. I have learned to love the boy just how I love this blue blanket I now call my best friend. I feel different almost everyday, falling in love with this boy named TJ over and over again, loving him more than I love myself. I am not exactly young anymore, it's been years since the first day my eyes opened. They seem to say I am about 6 years old, but in my eyes I am 42. I don’t quite understand how they count years.

It' s been years since I've seen that cotton shirt.  Barley being able to move my old legs, I see pictures on a shelf I have never seen in my 14 years of age. Wishing to be a kitten again, I lift off the ground. Being cradled by TJ is the best thing I can ask for. In his arms I fall asleep purring until he fell into a deep sleep as well. To this day I will always love TJ and I know he will always feel the same.