Dear Nutmeg,
You came into my life with a bang. I went into the store to look at cat trees when I heard your pitiful mew calling me away. I turned around to see a pen full of kittens for adoption through a rescue agency, with you climbing up the side and mewing your face off. You were tiny, with huge ears that made you look a little like an alien, but you were so damn cute. The girl let me take you out.. and you took off to the back room leaving me sitting there empty handed. But I went to get you and you settled in on my shoulder and started to purr. I fell in love with you so fast that I started to cry in the store, but I had to get to school.. and find out if I could even keep you. I made phone calls, and went to class, and waiting. My notes were covered in doodles of kittens and potential names. When I got the call that I was allowed to keep you, I raced to that store so fast I'm lucky I didn't get a ticket.
You were a pest in the car. You were all over me, and so tiny that I could barely catch you with one hand. When you got home you tormented everyone, and chased Tilly's tail relentlessly. You cuddled. Ever since then you have weasled your way into the spoiled brat category. I can't stay mad at you for long because all you have to do is look at me and I'm a pile of mush. And you know it! You have helped me heal from Bassett's death. Sometimes I look at you and I see Bassett, or you will cry and I can hear her. I'm not sure what it means but I know that you keep her alive in this house. You are still a pest.. you still keep me awake at night and make too much noise. You chew stuff, knock things over, climb on things.. and I wouldn't have it any other way.
Love you, NutButt.
Mama
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