Oh, Big Kitty.
You find the most interesting places to sleep.
The empty laundry basket?
That little sliver of sunshine on the floor in the middle of the room?
The coiled up computer cord on the couch?
You always make me smile with your creativity of choices.
People say that when we have our baby, you'll become just a cat.
But I don't think so.
You will always be my first baby.
My fur baby.
The baby I rescued from the animal shelter in L.A.
You were skinny and scared and in need of love.
And I was happy to give it to you.
We have been through a lot together, Big Kitty.
And we have so much more to go.