Thursday, July 16, 2009

Coming Home


He and his five brothers and sisters were found in a box on Queens Boulevard in the pouring rain.

From the beginning we liked each other
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However, I'm allergic to cats.

And there was that story of a cat who lived with my parents briefly. It kept following Florence around all day interrupting her practicing. The message was clear: pets stymie art. The cat was given away on day three.

Still...

When someone decides they want to adopt you and they decide it with a heart that has greater horizons than any limits that appear, there is really nothing much you can do about it.

And this kitten decided I was his.


So, one day, quite recently, he took up full residence in an apartment I obviously had been renting for 33 years just so that, one day, he could move in.
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Jupiter has come home.

6 comments:

Jo said...

it looks like he's dipped his toes in cream. what a cutie, you're lucky.

Cat Sitter in the City said...

What a gorgeous New York City cat!

c.o. moed said...

He's truly revolutionized my life. who says you can't teach an old dog (me) new tricks?

Susan English Mason said...

This is a beautiful post.

the jodi said...

I'm allergic to cats as well. I live with two. There have been as many as five in the house when I cat-sit my moms as well.

Most of the time I sound like I have a cold. Well worth the trade off. Unconditional love, endless amusing antics, more unconditional love and lots of lessons on patience and tolerance versus a little bit of congestion and sneezing.

the cats win, every time. congrats.

Jessica said...

Cats definitely choose their people.. right now we have 5, before the fire we had 8 and our neighbors say they may have seen a couple of them.. hopefully they'll turn up once we get back there!! :)