Furiously Fun Friends
“Wow,” I exclaimed when I picked her up, “so this is how it feels to hold my first cat for the first time!” It all happened in fall. The North Shore Animal League cargo van drove into sight. We entered the vehicle to purchase my first cat.
After searching the cat section, my eyes rested on the cage of a diminutive, female, black kitten. She was black with one white paw and blue eyes. She’s the perfect kitten, I thought. When we signed the deal, my heart felt like it would explode with ecstasy. I named her Midnight, for her pelt was an infinite black midnight, and her paw was a brilliant white star to direct her paws through the hours of darkness. She was sweet, but we only had Midnight for a few weeks. She got sick around 11:30, so my mom had to rush her to the animal hospital, but she didn’t make it there in time. Sadly, and ironically, she died at about midnight. When I found out it felt like my heart was ripped out by a black hole.
The season was summer. My neighbor’s dad’s coworker’s mother had died. In her posession was a cat named Ginger. When the land lord of her apartment suggested that they just leave the door open and let a 10-year-old declawed cat run away, my neighbor said that they would try to find a home for Ginger, even though they both are allergic to cats.
I was there when they took Ginger out for the first time. I mentioned that I’m a cat person and they asked if I could take in the multi-shaded brown cat. I said I would ask my parents and they said yes! I felt as happy as when I got Midnight. We picked her up the next day. She is alive to this day. Ginger is 10 in human years.
That was the happiest I’ve felt since Midnight. From that day I hoped that my heart would never hurt like when Midnight died.
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