Today is a very special day. Today is the anniversary of when I met my best friend. My best friend was locked up behind bars in a very small cage, but she didn’t let that break her spirit. My best friend is a sweet, energetic ball of fluff.
I am, of course, talking about my cat.
Two years ago today, I went with two of my friends to the Augusta Regional SPCA in Staunton, Virginia with the intention of getting a cute tuxedo cat named Miley. When we got there, we found out that she’d been adopted over the weekend. We took a look around to see if there were any other cats that caught my eye.
My friend Lauren is the first one that noticed Gray. Gray — a very bland name for a very spunky cat — was a tiny little gray cat who rolled around on her back with her paws in the air every time you even looked at her. She had big bright eyes and a long, fluffy tail that stood up over her back when she walked.
We took three cats in total into this room where you could interact with the cats on an individual basis. Gray is the only one who showed any semblance of personality. I decided to take her home with me.
It was then that Gray became Marnie. It was not long after that she became my buddy.
I don’t know what Marnie’s first days were like. I don’t know exactly how old she is (though I estimate between 2 1/2 and 3). I don’t know if she was treated well before I got her or if she had kitty or puppy friends at her previous home.
But I know that she is sweet. I know that she loves attention, that she is kind of a pig (not so tiny anymore), and that she loves to meow incessantly when nothing at all is wrong.
Marnie loves to cuddle. She especially loves grooming herself while she’s laying on your chest. Basically, she has no shame.
She’s very good at knocking things over — either by jumping up where she shouldn’t or with a swish of her tail. Her tail is very strong and regularly swishes through the air kind of like a furry shark fin. Nothing in its vicinity is safe.
She loves waking me up about 20 minutes to an hour before my alarm is set to go off. She accomplishes this either by jumping on my chest/head or by consistent meowing. Sometimes both.
Just like a dog, she waits for me by the door. When I come home from work and open the door, she is right there at my feet. She is energetic and loud. She’s so excited to see me, to get attention. It’s sweet and annoying at the same time.
She likes shoes. She likes to lay on them. I don’t know what it is. She’s a girl. And she’s weird.
A partial list of the nicknames I call her on a regular basis:
- Marn Marn
- Little One
- Little Sweetie
- Baby Girl
Marnie is many things to me. She is my cuddle buddy, my hot water bottle, my source of entertainment, and my friend. And even though her fur tufts float around the air and sometimes tickle my nose, I would not trade the past two years for anything.
Happy Adoption Day, Marn Marn. I hope to have you by my side (and on my lap and at my feet) for years to come.
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