happy birthday aretha!
I was pretty depressed when she came into my life. I was hating my job at the insurance company, living in a 300 square foot studio in Tudor City, feeling lonely. My therapist suggested that I get a pet. Given my living situation, a dog was not an option. Also, growing up we’d had 2 cats and a dog … so I tend to love both species.
Linda brought me to the shelter on the Upper East Side. It didn’t HAVE to be a kitten, but I wanted a young cat. We went in to meet with the animals and I held three or four of them. Aretha was different in that she was a complete lovebug right from the get go. She was desperate for affection and attention … not scared or aloof as the cat stereotype goes. She snuggled right into my arms and did not want to be taken out of them.
There was a big snowstorm that MLK weekend, and it was fun to stay inside and bond with her. She spent the first day or so hiding under my bed. I was very pleased to learn that she was already litter trained. As the years have passed, I discovered her other talents − like her fetching capabilities. She truly loves to play fetch. She is also adept at chasing laser beams, jumping from furniture to furniture and staring down boyfriends. She completely unnerves guys with her gaze, and their reactions to her give me insight into their personalities.
Aretha loves to sleep on the DVR and swat at my flat screen as I play tennis and Mario on my Wii. When I take baths at night, she keeps me company standing on the ledge of the tub. She’s a beautiful animal and a loyal and loving pet. Yay, Aretha!