In February, 2016, I was temporarily living in Texas for work. I was having a particularly hard day. My boyfriend was living in Austria at the time, and my jerk of an ex-husband had custody of our cats, who I had raised since kittens (its a long story). I was feeling very lonely.
I was coming back from a run, when I spotted a little black and white cat walking around and crying piteously. I walked up to her, she rolled on her back, and the rest, as they say, is history. I wasn’t ever lonely again after that.
Almost three years later, she is living with my boyfriend and I in Austria, and she is loving every moment of it.
The hungry cat alarm woke me up today at 5:30 a.m. (because, well, she knows I will always get up for her). She is now fast asleep on “her” chair (I told my boyfriend he needs to find a new one), and I am blogging. I guess waking up at 5:30 a.m. tired her out.