happy meow day

Three years ago yesterday a little critter came home from the SPCA to live with me. Marley Kitty was brought home to a bit of a controversial situation. Technically no furry creatures were allowed in the white carpeted rented home I was living in, something I can openly talk about as I'm 99.9% sure my old landlord doesn't know this blog exists (though he may have moved up to Alaska, in which case, he can now identify himself as the unknown creeper who dutifully checks my blog at the least once daily). Point being, I thought long and hard about whether it was a good idea to a) commit to owning a pet and b) bring a pet into an illegal situation. Since my Mom taught me well, I decided to laugh in the face of the law..

When I got home from work the first day Marley came home she was staring, absolutely terrified, at herself in the mirror from under the bed. It looked at though she was looking at a ghost. Quickly, she proved she was in fact a very adaptable cat and although she spent two years in the SPCA (I KNOW, 2 years is a lot...) she didn't have any long-lasting effects (PTSD or the like). She went back and forth (very often) from Vancouver to Victoria. Then she traveled trans-province home to Calgary and now spends her time between her three homes, one city home, one country home and one mountain home and adapts so well between each I can hardly believe it.

Three years in she comes more and more and more out of her shell. For the first year or so I would cherish the moments when she would come and lay on the couch close to me. Now, only very very recently, she has started jumping up as I'm working and curling up on my lap. Love. She converses all day long and changes her meows so much that I know she is trying to tell us all sorts of things. Mostly, she just seems so incredibly content and happy to hang around with her people.

You're the best kitty ever Marleykins!