I think you've met Gatsby before, but she is my first child.
When I was a little girl, all I wanted was a cat. Why? I honestly have no idea. Every year a kitten was the first thing on my Christmas list, and every year I found a stuffed animal under the tree. My mom is just not a cat person. Eventually I gave up and stopped asking.
My junior year of college I was living in an apartment with some friends. One day we were eating dinner and started talking about how sad a home is without a pet. "I'll get a cat!" I said. They thought that sounded like a great idea, my mom thought it was the worst news she'd ever heard, and the next day we went kitten "shopping". Many of the local pet stores had rescue kittens available for adoption, and the first store we went to had a cage containing three tiny kittens inside. Two were sitting primly on the top shelves in the cage, and one was sprawled out on her back IN the litter box at the bottom.
I knew that she was the one, and she's been with me ever since. :)
This post is to remind me that she is a source of joy in my life, even if that's not true at this very moment. Gatsby had surgery this week, costing me over $500 and requiring around the clock attention to make sure she doesn't remove her e-collar (AGAIN. That girl is quite the escape artist.). While this is not even close to being convenient for my wallet or my social life, it's worth it.
One day I will have an actual child, not just the four-legged kind, and I will laugh about this post, but right now my animals are my children and I am thankful for the joy they bring!
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