My son Kristopher has autism and mild CP. Two years ago his therapist suggested we adopt a cat to be a companion for him. Soon after, Trinity became a member of our family, and changed my mind about being a "cat person".
The Cat
“I am not a cat person” I say, sitting in the doctor’s office.
“But he could use the companionship” she says, as If I am not enough for him.
“I am not a cat person” I tell the girl at the shelter as she leads us from room to room pointing out her favorites.
“But look! That one is perfect, and seems to have chosen your son” she points to the tiny tabby sitting quietly next to him.
“I am not a cat person” I tell the pet store clerk as we check out with a long list of necessities.
“But your new kitty will love these things" she smiles while bagging the catnip mouse and pink food dish.
“I am not a cat person” I tell his Grandmother while texting a picture of the cat hiding under the table.
“But this is not about you” she admonishes as only Grandmothers can.
“I am not a cat person” I remind myself as I watch this tiny creature purr and groom my child as if she were his mother.
“But isn’t she nice Mom?” he whispers, and my chest tightens with love and I sigh, because right now, he is not anxious or lost in his own far-way world, his legs don’t hurt…and he is smiling.
“I could learn to be a cat person” I reply.
Clarksburg, MD
