I opened the back door, cried out "Meow?" and the bush went "Meow-wow!" and a familiar wet streak made a mad dash for the welcoming door, and as I snapped it shut, my new friend found his bed, did circles on top of it, sampled his food, but knowing fully why I was doing all this, he opened his golden eyes wide, and in silent cat language, and thanked me from the bottom of his kitty-heart. To this day, nine years later (and adapted to becoming a fully indoor pet) he reminds me every day just how grateful he is.
So why did I choose the name Mystery for him? So many unanswered questions I have about where did he come from, why was he neutered but had no collar, how could he have lived for about a year on his own and remain in perfect health, who taught him to use the litter box, how did he come to me, and to this day not tolerate another person to come anywhere near him, why is he so well behaved and never gets into trouble, and the weirdest one of all ... why does a nineteen-pound solid tomcat still to this day ask to climb on to my shoulder and beg to be carried around? What else could I name this incredible being?
He is the most gentle, loving animal I have ever met, always wanting to sit with me and purr away. He teaches me new things, such as how to pet play with him differently, how he loves to go on a hunt finding hidden toys and proudly trot through the house announcing his achievement. We have become best friends, and I am just as thankful every day, too, for the marvelous and mysterious gift left for me to treasure.
(some for Miss Blasty-Pants too, please
) Happy Cat of the Day to you, precious Mystery!
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