Many moons ago, my grandparents came home from Macedonia with a bright red bag that was holding a tiny kitten. At the time, I hated her, all I wanted was a puppy, and suddenly I was handed a kitten. I didn’t know it then, but that kitten (now named Rory) changed me for good.
At first, me and Rory did not get along, she would bite me, scratch me, and slap me with her tiny paws. I do not know what changed, but one day, instead of biting my ankle and running away, she came up to me and sat on my lap. I don’t think I will ever forget that moment, even when I’m old and grey.
After a while, Rory officially became my cat. She would wait for me to wake up in the morning, or if I slept in late she would come inside my room to wake me up for school. I give her treats when she has been good, and sprayed water on her when she has done something wrong.
I like to think Rory is what made me get my life together. Before she came to my home, I didn’t no how to take care of myself. There was no way I could take care of anything else!
Suddenly, I had this little baby kitten who needed all the love and support I could give her. I had to learn consistency, to try and come home at a specific time, because I had Rory waiting for me. When Rory didn’t understand something, I could not get upset and understand that she was just a baby.
At the end of the day, animals change their owners world. If it wasn’t for them, people would never act the way they need to. We would be animals.