You.

My first cat.

You are eight now, I can't believe it.

Ups and downs, we have always been here for each other.

You were five weeks when I met you.

You sit by my side Christmas Eve, and wash my hand. As you did when you were five weeks old, remember?

Probably not. You were only a few ounces. I could hold you in my palm.

Result: Eight years later, a robust Black and White Girl, salt of the Earth, who would give her life for mine, if it came to it.

As I would for her.

Yes I would.

Copyright © Bill Mason
December 25, 2002