Ever since I was five years old I have wanted a cat of my own. All my childhood that dream was denied. I don’t know why I held on to it for so long, I had three dogs, two horses, and five rabbits, but I still wished for a kitty. Then this little guy found us. His name is bandit. He was a stray who visited our house every single day and stayed close. When we were about to move over 100 miles away, we took him with us. He has been my “kitty” for over nine years; first a stray and now family.
I share so many memories with this cat, both good and bad, joyful and heart wrenching. I could not imagine going through those memories without this special little kitty there to help me through them. He is always there to sit on my lap and listen.