Here Kitty, Kitty, Kitty… 

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I want a cat. 

There, I’ve said it. Proclaimed my intent to the Universe. Although I’m only willing to accept moderate blame when events transpire to actually bring a cat into my life. 

I have no business getting a cat. A few strong reasons off the top of my head include: 

  1. I’m allergic.
  2. My lease doesn’t currently allow for pets.
  3. I’m allergic.
  4. I’M NEVER HOME. This poor animal would be alone 80% of the time.
  5. The last thing I need are more expenses in my life.
  6. Did I mention that I’m allergic?

And yet. 

The boy was in town last week and as we took a walk around the neighborhood, I paused near a large wooded area. 

“Do you hear that?” I asked. 

“Hear wh—“ he began.

“SHHH!!!!” I flapped my hands at him, cocking an ear toward the woods to listen. A distant wailing Meooooow? Meooooow? filled the air. 

“Oh my God,” I said, trotting toward the woods. “Cats only make that noise when they’re lost or in trouble.”  I crawled over a fallen pine. “I’m coming baby!” I yelled. “Kitty-kitty-kitty?”

We searched the area for 10 minutes but the wails were moving away from us and soon they disappeared. I was both relieved and disappointed. I had kind of thought the moment had come and I had “found” my new cat. 

I can tell the time is drawing near to bring a feline into my home. Namely, I am desperate to pet and cuddle every dog I see. I accost neighbors on the street as they walk their pets, kneeling to receive wet doggy kisses and stroke silky fur. Each time I do, I’m reminded how calming it is to pet a cat, and how much I like watching the silliness of cats as they play with cotton mice, hide under the couch to swat passing legs, curl up in odd spaces to sleep or even, yes, destroy my furniture by using it as a scratching post.

But I mainly want a cat because the house feels empty without one, as if there’s a big blank space in the room where it’s obvious something should be. 

I’m not going to go out looking for a cat. Not technically, anyway. But I can no longer deny that I’m putting out the “Come and find me” vibe for my next feline baby. 

I. Can’t. Wait. 

Cheers & Purrs,

Dena