It was the month of April, my second semester of college and hadn't even been 8 months since I moved out of my parent's house in Tampa to go to attend the University of Central Florida in Orlando. I moved to Orlando only knowing one person, my boyfriend. I knew that things would be weird and I would have to put myself out there to meet new people. I knew I wanted to be with Dylan no matter what and I was excited to sort of "start over" in a new city.
When I first started UCF I was super pumped to meet new friends, especially new girls. My very best friend lives in Georgia and I needed my own girl gang down here. Every girl needs a solid support system. I rushed a sorority as a transfer student and it was everything I thought it would be. As time went on, my life started to change. I wasn't living the life that I wanted too. I dropped my sorority and with that, I lost all the friends I had made. I was back to having no girls, no girl gang. I had Dylan, but come on, boys just don't understand the concept of relaxing by the pool to tan or going window shopping for hours.
Then one day Dylan came home from work, and said words I'd never thought I'd here, "Do you want a kitten?" I was in shock. Plus, who doesn't love kittens?! I said yes before I could even blink. I went to his friend's house that was giving cats away, and I saw him. He was the smallest of the bunch and I felt like I met my soulmate.
Well, okay that's too much but you get the point. I LOVED him. He was so small and so happy to see me too with the nonstop squeaky meowing. He was only 3 weeks old and I was officially a cat mom. He chose me and I chose him. I took him home and he replaced all the friends I lost. I know I probably sound like a crazy cat lady, but I am kind of crazy for him.
He followed me around everywhere, he cuddled with me every night. He was like my companion. It is so true when they say that cats can ease your anxiety with their unconditional love for you. He was always there and knew when I needed some comfort. I don't think I've ever had someone be so happy to see me more than my little kitty, Ollie. He is a special type of cat that likes to take showers with me, play fetch, and even go on walks… People thought I was crazy that day. He is one of a kind.
Long story short, I love my cat, clearly. He isn't like other cats. He is the best thing that happened to me in college. He gave me a purpose every day. I never had a living thing depend on me so much. I know I probably still sound a little crazy. I mean a dog is a man's best friend, can a cat be a women's best friend?
Btw, follow my cat's Instagram...you won't be disappointed. @originalollie
