My Special Someone

My next writing challenge assignment is to write about my feelings for someone. So, I decided to write about my current love.

Smitty. Yes, my cat. We love each other to the point of ridiculous. I haven't felt such pure love from any being in my life except from Daisy, my beautiful Persian girl who died two years ago.

Smitty came to me in the same manner that my two older cats did. Out of nowhere. I was sitting out on my patio, in the dark, when I heard a mewing sound coming out of the blackness. Naturally, I stopped what I was doing and followed the sound. It was starting to get light when I saw a kitten run behind my neighbor's trash can. When I tried to get it to come out, it ran next door, to another neighbor's house, and onto their porch. I could see it well now. I guessed it to be about twelve weeks old, with light, Siamese markings. Once more, I tried to catch it, but it got away from me and I lost sight of it.

As I started to walk back home, the neighbor came out. I told him I was trying to catch a kitten, and asked him if he could try to catch it if he saw it. He said that he would. That evening, the neighbor brought the kitten to my door.

He was a male, pretty calm, but a little scared too. He was beautiful, with his Siamese markings and big blue eyes. He spent his first night under my bed, waking me up every so often with loud mews. By the second night, he was sleeping quietly with me. I went to our park office to ask if anyone had called, looking for a lost Siamese kitten, and she told me no, and that I could keep him if I wanted him. I went home and named him. It didn't take long to think of Smitten Kitten, shortened to Smitty. I was in love.

Smitty is now eleven months old, and definitely a Mamma's boy. He's still growing, but he's bigger than seven year old Susie already. He's very friendly and loves most people. He's twenty-five percent brat, and seventy-five percent sweetheart. He gets real wild at times, but the rest of the time he's a little love. 

A few weeks ago, I was lying in bed, on my side, when Smitty jumped up on the bed and laid next to me in the spoon position. I wrapped my arms around him, and he wrapped his arms around my arms, and we laid perfectly still for forty-five minutes. I had my eyes closed and I was so absorbed in the love passing between us that I didn't think of anything else the entire time. Not even a cigarette. We didn't move a muscle. I felt pure, unconditional love. 

I've lost count of all of the special moments we've had together. He's smart, funny, and adorable. Everyone who meets him wants to take him home. One time, when I was in the beginning of a severe depression, I laid down, and Smitty came to me and loved me up. I felt better immediately. No medication has ever done that. 

He's my little angel baby. He's my handsome young man, my sweet prince. I love Smitty as much as I've ever loved anyone. He has my heart.