I was born in March 1998 and, not long afterwards, my mom, and her litter found themselves in a cage at the Humane Society, in Pomona California. One day, a month later, the human who became my Best Bud wandered in and when I saw him I just KNEW we were destined for each other.
As I looked out of a cage full of kittens and their mother, I somehow sensed that this human was about to look elsewhere because of the lackluster look of my siblings so, from the back of the crowd I, the runt of the litter, pushed forward, approached the bars of the cage, climbed up a bit and meowed a tiny "Wassup?" It was love at first sight. This human was under my spell though I didn’t have a clue what this concept meant.
He took me home as a companion to an old yellow/orange cat and the 3 short months we were together, before he passed on, taught me a lot and spiced up the once lonely life of this old warrior.
I wasn't a year old when I discovered how making noises by shaking a piece of paper could be a useful skill for a cat to have. I learned pretty quickly that this human always filled my food bowl in the morning when he got up.
In my first 3 years I learned to do a lot of things; I guess it had something to do with my superior IQ. It was late summer of 1998, even as my human and I were still dealing with the passing of the old warrior, when he bought his first computer and I made my presence known online.
I’ve written before about the series of autobiographical stories I wrote on a website, from that fall 1998 through 2001 and, how all but the last chapter completed was lost when the website shut down. I’ve even shared that remaining story.
Why did I discontinue it?
When you and your human persuade yourselves that you don't have the knowledge, resources, encouragement and time to recreate what you long believed was some of the best writing you have ever done, writer's block is an easy thing to get caught up in.
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