I Love Cats
10 years ago, I got my first cat from the Humane Society. I named him Saturn, after the white and striped planet that stood out in a dark background. The dark background was my college life, and feeling outcasted. That white light was "my little one" as I call him. Since then, I notice cats wherever my meanderings take me. I will stop to befriend them as if communicating with them. Cats are mystical creatures who remind me to be indulgent and hedonistic.
Who can feel stressed when they watch a cat snuggle up into a small ball and sleep in the sun? Cats come to you when they've thought things out in their little free thinking brains. I would like more cats one day, in the way that a mother craves more children. I can say I lived a full life when being surrounded by many cats on my death bed, and having loved at least a 100.
