Bringing her home was so crazy. She was so small and quiet. She was shaking through the towel and I knew that she was purring from being under stress. Such a tiny creature I had with me. I looked down at her and our eyes met. She didn’t move but did stare. It was almost like she was looking into my soul. For a moment I petted her tiny head and rubbed her overly large ears. This was a tiny life that I now was in charge of. She was my responsibility and I was taking her away from a house filled with her brothers and sisters. Quickly securing my seat-belt and making sure I didn’t squish her we drove off in the night together. Heading to a new home and both of us probably humming with excitement.
When I got home I introduced her to my father. He was against having a cat in the house and only allowed her inside because I was leaving soon to go to Michigan. He petted her, said hello and I knew he had fallen in love with her. After all how could you not love her. I took her to my room and put her on the floor, letting her get a good look around. I introduced her to the litter box and she quickly became attached. Every time I left the room I had to keep her in there. Not even two seconds after I stepped away from the door she would meow her little heart out. The minute I would open the door she would try and find a way to me and rub up on me to make sure I was still there. That I was real. I would make sure to pet her and kiss her on the head giving her all my love.
Soon I became attached and she to me. We started cuddling together on the bed and there we spent most of our time together. She was s small that she would curl up right next to my head and just purr away. Sometimes she would lick the side of my face and tickle me with her tiny whiskers. Her name at the time was Cali and I thought the name was too standard for a calico cat. So after I had introduced her to my best friend during this moment, she came up with a new name for her. Cinnamon Spice. It fit perfectly and she soon came to understanding her name. I call her Spice for short and when she is in trouble I used her full name. My room became her favorite spot and she started to follow me everywhere. Even now she follows me everywhere I go but, always tries to play it off like she’s not interested. She can’t fool me. After all I am practically her mother.
As time went by her ears became an appropriate size for her head and her face became gorgeous instead of baby faced. If you look at her dead on you can see the different colors on her face. Half of her nose is darker than the other half. Such beauty in a tiny creature. In the past few years I had come to love her like my child and we are now training for her to be in a harness and to get comfortable outside. She’s going to be three years old next month and to me it is almost sad. She’s growing up, my little baby. My father made a joke about how she is already an adult but to me, it seems like she is still a youngin who is shaking and curious about her new life. It takes me back to that beautiful moment every single time and for me it makes my heart swell. Time is moving so fast and I may not have given birth to her but she is my child. I can’t imagine a life without her and I know that I will make her life an amazing one while I had her here with me. I love her so much and I hope anyone who has a pet feels the same way about them.
They love you for their entire life and its only right to give them the love, care, and affection they deserve.
