I’ve known you for a while. I’ve worked for you. But as an outdoor/indoor cat you haven’t been my primary boss. You’re pretty independent. I mean, you are the supervisor. So, I hope this doesn’t offend you, but I never thought we would really connect. I thought I would basically be your door/food delivery woman.
I was wrong. (This time I had just you and the fish. The fish are more interesting to me when Stewie is there to watch them aka Cat TV.) I pulled into the driveway and you came to great me. Not once, not twice but three times! I felt it happening. When I picked you up to carry you through the house, you let me hold your sweet little paw. You lounged in the sun (like I like to). I sat with you and you enjoyed the sun with me. When I carried you, you talked to me sniffed my face. It wasn’t a headbutt. but it was ours. Yep, it was coming. You sat outside the bedroom window and sang to me when your little hyper-thyroid body was ready for more food. I was in love.
I sat with you while you ate. I brushed your coat. I scratched your ears and your tushy. We chatted. I did my best to scare away the hissing, tooth baring, grumpus neighbor cat.
You’ve got me. I’m yours. I love you Russell.