November 29, 2005
One year ago today, you came to live with me.
It was fraught. You nearly died. I worried about taking you away from the home you'd known. I worried you'd miss X Partner Unit, that you wouldn't know how to react to your new Stepfather, that you'd hate being here. But I needn't have worried. One year on and you're the most adjusted babies I have ever known.
I love that you don't run or twitch or move when we come near. You know that we'll step over you. You know that we'll never hurt you. And so when you're laying down, you just blink lazily at us, knowing that no harm will come. That kind of trust is priceless, and I will never do anything to destroy it, ever.
You took to Angus cautiously. He was someone new, someone unknown, but someone that you thought you might like. I think in time, you have all gotten used to each other.
I know there was a bit of a protest, Maggie, when he and I decided that you'd been gaining far too much weight and took you off Go Kat (Friskies) and put you on Iams. I know that you were even angrier when he presented you with Science Diet's version of diet cat food. But you're about to be 6, which is 42 in people years, and you will understand like we do that the middle age spread is to be fought with tooth and nail, and you can even resort to vicious girl fighting if you need to.
I know that when you gave in, it was with plans to shred our favorite clothes when we weren't looking. Thankfully, you're a pretty forgetful cat.
I know I sometimes piss you off, Mumin, by taking too many pictures.
But sometimes you girls annoy me at the number of places you get to where you shouldn't be.
Like toilets.
Or the linen closet.
Or Angus' trousers.
Or on bookshelves.
I know that you love the bathtub, Maggie. I know that there's nothing that pleases you more than making us turn on the faucet so that you can drink from the tap. You sometimes sleep in the bathtub, waiting for someone to come in and magically flick the wrist and make your dreams come true.
We never let you down.
I love that you play.
I love that you relax. I love that one or both of you is often in the room.
And even though you're a real cat, Maggie, that unlike Mumin you won't be picked up and you won't sit on a lap most of the time, when you do give in and allow yourself to be loved on, it melts my heart every single time.
The three of you are my family, and I love you so much.
Here's to one year together, and hopefully many more to come.
-H.
PS-the picture posts will stop now.
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