The summer of my 17th birthday, I was outside chatting with my family. The smallest kitten jumped right into my lap. He was purring and wanted attention, but he was too small. His ribs were showing and I knew I needed to be his “pet parent.” I asked my dad if we could keep him, but he was hesitant. We had a dog that didn’t like cats. “Besides,” my dad said, “That’s the neighbor’s cat. You can’t just take the neighbor’s cat.”
So I marched right over and told the neighbor, “If this fella needs a home, I have a good one.” She seemed relieved. She was trying to find a home for the litter of kittens. I went out right away and purchased the necessities for him.
The kitten, Liam, stayed in my room that night right on my bed. I slept smashed against the wall because I was so afraid I would roll over on him… he was that small.
The dog actually got along with the cat and they became good friends. However, time rolled by, I went off to college, and the family dog passed away. It took a few months, but my dad wanted to get another puppy. Liam was not happy. He hissed and hid when the puppy was around. I knew he would be happier at my home. I was afraid he would not handle the change well, but within a few days, he became my “mojito”cat. He ran and played up and down the stairs. He has been the best friend and companion I could ask for!
Kokomo, IN
