Nolan…

Dear Reader,

Pets are important, even though sometimes they can drive you mad with their antics. Nolan, my cat, for instance can be a total basket case of attention goodies.  He scratches the door to wake me when I’m sleeping. Most recently he ran into the tub trying to land somewhere, but when I look at him he always has this adorable look in his face like he knows not what he does. I just melt like an ice cube on hot concrete.  Yes, he has me wrapped around his little paw.

He stole my heart the moment my brother brought him to me on my birthday.  He has been in my life everyday ever since.  I have only one other cat Samantha, and I always thought she’d be the one more attached to me, I don’t know I figure females stick together, however, it was Nolan who slowly started sitting on my lap sleeping on my pillow and finally plopping at my feet. That last one is so adorable.

In the good times and the bad times, I know Nolan will be there.  I know he is just a cat, but back a ways when I was sad, and cold, he made it his mission to sleep wrapped around my feet, and every time I’m sad, distracted, apathetic or even lonely he always finds a way to be adorable and down right funny.

The truth is the more I know people the more I love my cats. Specially Nolan. He might not be the brightest bulb in the lamp at times, but he has ways to remind me there is still good and wonderful things in this world, and he is one of them for sure.

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About claoclao

I am another soul that came into this world alone and shall inevitably leave said world the same way. It is not the beginning or the end of my life that matters, only the middle.

Posted on October 16, 2012, in Journal. Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

  1. I have a small dog, it is the face that I show here. Your line, “The truth is the more I know people the more I love my cats.” is like a quote from Samuel Clemens who wrote, “The more I know about people, the better I like my dog.” As for me I agree with both of you. Pets are one of the greatest respites from depression, even loneliness.

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