Eight years ago today, I brought my kitty Kiera home from a no-kill cat shelter. They guestamated she was about one-and-a-half years old at that point. They’d given her the name Little Miss. She’d been abandoned in an apartment by the people who had owned her before me.
It took over a year for her to really trust me. She’s still afraid of my feet, but not as freaked out by them as she once was. She still likes to play, and races around my house like a crazy thing on a daily basis.
She’s my constant companion, hanging out with me much of the day, as well as curled up against me purring all night. She’s really only my cat–she barely tolerates anyone else, though she has warmed up to a few people. Then again, there are still days when she barely tolerates me.
So here’s to you my Little Miss, my purring companion. The last eight years have been fabulous. Let’s go at least another eight.