I met my cat Lizzie one year ago, today. For a few months I had been wanting a cat, and had gradually convinced Grandma to let me get a cat to keep us company in the house. I went to the Tulsa County Animal Shelter on 15 December 2009, and stepped into the “cattery”. There were a few other people in there, but as soon as I stepped in I heard this one cat meowing as loud as she could. I saw this small (5 month old) kitten, looking directly at me. It was as if she was yelling at me to get her out of that hell hole.
It was love at first sight. She had these gorgeous yellow/green eyes, and was grey with black spots. I got her out of the kennel, and watched her play with the toys. She was so energetic and charming, and she trusted me almost immediately. After only glancing at the other cats, I decided Lizzie was “the One”. I went to the front desk with her kennel number, paid for her, and went back to visit her before I left. It felt like her eyes looked right into me.
I returned the next day with my youngest sister. Lizzie had been spayed, and was ready to come to her new home. On our way home Lizzie was extremely nervous. My sister put her hand in the pet carrier to calm Lizzie, but somehow Lizzie needled her way out of the carrier and was now loose in the car. Now even more nervous, and still a bit drugged from her surgery, Lizzie started experiencing some flatulence. It smelled terrible. We finally reached home, and got her into the house. After exploring for a few minutes, Lizzie climbed up onto the couch in the living room, sat on my lap, and took a nap.
Over the last year, Lizzie has been a constant companion, a nuisance, a comfort, a source of entertainment, and has evolved from being my cat and pet, to being very human to me. She is my baby. I don’t like children, but I love my cat.