From the beginning she was meant to be mine.
I went to the pet store to buy a fish. Stopped to look at the cats. The salesperson said that she didn't play well with the other cats and that no one could pick her up. I reached in, picked her up and loved her. Couldn't justify spending a $100 on a cat when we had just bought a new house and car. So I walked away. A week later my husband said that if I still wanted her that I could have her. I called the pet store at 7am and they said she was the only one they had left. She was meant to be mine.
She never much liked out other animals or even my son and no way would she tolerate strangers. As she grew older she began to like my husband. Probably because he slept with me and she wanted to do the same. She always slept on the floor on my side of the bed, at the foot of my bed, on me or under the covers with me.
She would talk to me. All the time. While I was in the shower, getting dressed, cooking, sewing. She was always with me and wanted to chat.
She was never a lap cat but a chest cat. She would lay on my shoulder and down my chest anytime I sat down. Only in recent months did she begin to crawl up in the chair with my husband and sleep on his legs.
Even the vet said she was one of the top 10 worse cats he had to deal with, unless I was there.
For 11 years she was meant to be mine.
