Pretty Woman…Are You Lonely Just Like Me?

Some kitties are born to bone china food dishes and a Water fountain supplying never-ending fresh water  and then there are the rest of us…tossed about on the waves of life, not even a surf board to get us back to shore.

Truly, I can’t say when, where, or how I was born.  Maybe I am a dim kitty but my first memory is being in a cage with my sister and two brothers, in a pet store, customers ooooing and aaahing, sticking their fingers in the cage to get our attention….but I was shy, not completely trusting, so I stayed back from the well-intentioned but scary folk. I had this feeling…..they weren’t here for me so I was kind of standoffish….

When the cage was opened and prospective customers wanted a kitten to cuddle, well, you guessed it…I was never chosen.  It is not like I was an ugly duckling…I looked very similar to my sister, gorgeous, fluffy, and ginger striped while my male siblings looked the same, only different shades of grey striped. We were irresistible but it seemed I was missing that magnetism to attract a potential buyer.

First my sister went to a  sweet little girl, with a tight little golden curl, right in the middle of her forehead which left me alone with my brothers who chased me, played with my tail, dive bombed me, then licked me all over to let me know they loved me….but one day, a few weeks later, a lady with intent came over to our cage.  She explained (almost apologetically) she had better luck with male cats.  They seemed more nurturing and appreciative not so disdainful and haughty.  But my brothers looked exactly alike, acted exactly alike so she could not choose….she took both of them…and I (the cheese) was left alone…..

The first few days, after my brothers went to their Forever Home, I actually celebrated my solitude…a cage to myself, no pesky siblings to maul me…it was paradise…a bit lonely, but paradise.

But as days grew into weeks, in to months, I grew bigger…not so many customers stopped by my cage…apparently I was outgrowing my kitten stage and losing my appeal.  It was too sad.  Did nobody want me? Would I ever get a Forever Home?

Then one day, the bell jingled on the door, as it opened.  I didn’t even stand up.  It was no use. Still footsteps approached.  A Pretty Woman got down on her knees, at my cage, purring softly.  I got up slowly, stretched and approached her outstretched finger.  She told me in a soft voice that her kitty had caught a pink cloud to paradise and she could just feel my kindred soul.  I trembled as the cage opened and she picked me up.  I was so ready, with purrs and kisses all over her pretty face.

As we were leaving the pet store owner told the Pretty Woman he was glad she was buying me because he was getting another batch of kittens and no one wanted a six month old cat when there were eight week old kittens to buy. 

I like to think that the Pretty Woman would have chosen me even if there were cages of kittens to entice her because we were kindred souls.  It seemed I waited a long time to find my Forever Home but I believe the Planets had to move, the Stars had to align, the Moon had to wax and wane until the pink cloud came collecting.  Then and only then could my Pretty Woman give her ♥ to me and  I could show my never-ending devotion to the person put on the Earth just… for… me.