My Beautiful Boy
"I'll see you soon. You be good." That's what I said to Thor every day when I left the flat to go to work. I would, and he would. We kept our promises. That's how friendships work. I have written about him here before. (you could look it up) Our relationship was forged from the first day we saw each other. He in a cage at the PetsMart and me looking for a new companion. Every other cat had a placard with an explanation of how they wound up there: My owner was allergic. I moved to a place that doesn't allow cats. He doesn't get along with my children. Etcetera. Thor. Just the placard with his name and age, "Between 1 and 2 years." "How did he get here?" I asked. Nobody at the store knew. Somehow, he appeared - as if to wait for me? When I took him out of the cage, he placed a paw on my cheek. The shelter women were aghast. "He never does that with anybody !" "OK then, I guess this is my c...