I grew up with dogs, never ever thought I’d be a cat person because my grandma had a nasty one when I was very small – made me think I hated cats.
Then I moved out on my own. About 6 months later I decided I was lonely and wanted a cat. I got a 3 month old kitten. He’s been my best friend for a year and a half and I wouldn’t trade him for a dog. He sleeps with me when he wants to, watches what I do on the computer, makes me laugh, comes to see me when I get home from work, let’s me talk to him like he’s a person, plays fetch. I can go away for three days and he still loves me when I come back.
Now we both live back at my parents’ house. The dog house. And my mom doesn’t want me to leave again because she’ll miss my cat. “We’re just starting to become friends,” she says.
Because cats are awesome, and I wish I had known that 24 years ago.