Kitty

So, my first post has to do with my mom’s cat.  He had to be put down today and it was really hard for me. Boots was with us since my teenage years.  Boots was gray and white and had a pink nose.  My favorite memory of him has to be that he always looked spaced out and oblivious to what was going on around him; I’m sure it was more like he  just didn’t care and preferred to seem oblivious. He used to hit his head on the table leg or wall or some other inanimate object when he wanted to be loved on.  My family and I always swore he’d give himself brain damage if he did it one more time.  We have no idea how he broke his leg, but my mom and dad aren’t the type to spend 2000-3000 dollars on an animal.  We didn’t want him to be miserable either.  And as much as it killed me to know what was happening, I prefer to remember him as happy and goofy rather than broken and stuck in an unhappy situation.  Even when we’re grown ups we learn little kid lessons.