My Boy

I have several cats (the exact number right now is to be determined). However, only one is my boy. This boy is the best kitty ever. He snuggles and takes care of me. I call him my stuffed animal who came to life. I know that after he goes to the rainbow bridge (many many many years from now) he will be the one that I long to replace. I walked in from work this evening to find him sleeping on the couch that you can see from the doorway. He stretched and moved him head under a throw pillow. All my emotions from the day came to a head as I walked towards this beautiful orange creature. I walked directly to him, kneeled by the couch and proceeded to cry into my kitty. Not all cats will let you do this, or even care if you cry. He knew I was upset and let me hold him while I sobbed. He didn't even mind his fur wet with tears. He is 5 years old and has been a wonderful creature every day. He is my furry child. He understands me the best.