I recently read an anecdote about pets. I have one too.
I always dreamed of having a beast, but frequent journeys and studies did not allow me to realize the dream. But dreams have a property: if you strongly want, dreams come true. On one of the trips, I brought a cat. The kitten grew up and became a hollow cat, thick and lazy. He slept with me on a pillow and even his bowl I put on the table next to my plate. This continued until I met my future wife. According to the cat, she was not suitable for our male union.
The cat did not want to give her anything. No, he didn’t hate her in her shoes or tear her dresses, but he constantly showed her who was the master here. Especially his favorite pillow. When Lena first tried to drive him out of the pillow, the cat demonstrately killed his nails in the pillow. She tried to pull him out of her pillow, but in vain. The pillow was shaking and Lena decided to take the cat out of the bedroom along with the pillow. Lena barely got out of the doorway of the bedroom, the cat jumped and in a couple of seconds found himself on the bed and stuck in the mattress. To lift the mattress, as well as to remove the cat, she did not succeed. So almost every preparation for sleep began: the cat occupied its usual place and Lena had to recapture its own. Over time, Lena refined her skill in fighting cats. Sometimes she managed to catch the cat and take it out of the bedroom, but the cat managed to get back to the bedroom faster. If he was just placed outside the door, he would jump on the door until he was allowed in, and if he was not allowed in for a long time, the whole house would be filled with boring drawing.
Lena categorically did not want to see the cat on the table and when the cat saw his bowl on the floor instead of the table, he declared a hunger strike. Together, we persuaded the cat to eat at least something, but the cat was lying down and depicting a dying swallow.
I don’t remember how, but they managed to conclude a peace treaty that later turned into a big love. When Lenka became pregnant, the cat made her belly massage with her legs. Then he helped to beat our daughter and watched carefully so we didn’t hurt her. If, in his opinion, we acted unfairly with her, put in a corner, for example, the cat issued a condemning meu and went in the corner to the daughter, sitting a little in the corner with the daughter then went to Lenka to exhaust the pardon.
When Lena was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s disease, the cat didn’t move away from her. She didn’t remember or recognize me or her daughter, but I always noticed a smile on her face when the cat jumped on her knees or lay next to her and she unwittingly began to lick him. The cat was sleeping in her room and when she got worse, he woke up the whole house. And in her last days, she didn’t get out of her bed and almost ate nothing.
He survived it for only two days... In his long cat life he never went out. I went out to smoke and didn’t close the door. He went out to the doorstep, looked at me, at the house, came down from the doorstep and fell... When I ran, he was no longer breathing...
Forgive me, Murray I hope you are right now with your beloved hostess and you are well. I’ll join you...there will be a time...maybe soon...but please don’t fight for a place in the bedroom anymore...