There is this girl; I consider her more of a motherly figure actually. The day she invited me to her house she started showing me what true love looks like. We had many sleepovers in her room before she took me in as one of the families own. They had other cats like me too, but she told me not to worry because I was her favorite. Sometimes I am not completely sure if I understand her like she wants me to, but I would like to assume I was her favorite.

Anyway, there were many reasons I knew that she loved me. She would feed me, take me outside until I got too scared, play with me in the middle of the night when I was too anxious to sleep, and so on. My favorite memories of her is when she would cuddle up with me watching her favorite movie, at night when she would squeeze me tight before she fell asleep, or when she would let me lick her face to tell her how much I appreciated her.

But one day, she walked outside, and never walked back in for about four years. Well, I don’t think it was that long because she looked the same, but to me it felt like years. I still do not know what it was that she did outside all those years. I mean, I couldn’t see her anywhere, so I am assuming she walked around the corner, but I am too scared and cold to go out there and look. I am not allowed to anyway. One time my friend Bella went out there and when she came back in she had fleas and told me there were dogs. We don’t like dogs.

After those four years, she came back for about one year. At first I was mad at her, but then she seemed like she was sad about something. I was older and had moved on, but I could tell she missed me, so I let her hold me even when I didn’t want her too.

She had been home so long that I forgot that she even left in the first place. Eventually, during these warm years that she was home, everybody in the house went outside for about a long time. This time they left with huge bags and had some strange girl come clean up my feces every day. They came back and everything went back to normal and I was so happy... until she started putting all of her stuff into boxes again. My other friends and I would jump in those boxes to try and stop her, but she just thought we were being funny, but I didn’t want her to go.

The last couple days that she was inside, we spent a lot of time together. I tried to sleep with her every night to cherish the good times. My other friend was happy she could have a whole bed to herself once she left, but I knew I wasn’t the only one that was sad because I saw her mom and dad pee out their eyes.

I miss her dearly, and I hope she is okay out there in these cold years, but I am so grateful for all the time that we had spent together. I can’t wait for her to come back in one day.

Meow,