There is the cutest wooden sign in a store near here and it calls to me, but at $25 I have to ignore it. Painted black with lovely tall white letters it simply states. “You had me at MEOW” If you are a animal lover you know why this is so appealing, it’s because it’s true. I want that sign, badly… but it costs too much. Life is like that. What the Boo brings to my life is priceless, and can’t be bought, begging, meowing, 5 am morning wakeup caller that he is.
Our lives are forever blessed by the animals that share our worlds, furry, feathered, or hairy that they might be.
They bring a joy to our hearts, even if they disdain us all day until it’s feeding time… oh right, that’s just my cat.
A house is not a home, without a cat, or a dog, or a bird, a fish, or a rabbit… you get the drift. My first cat was rehomed when we were small, I adored him, allergies they said. Heartbreak I told them through my tears. My life was bereft until in my late teens when we met a lovely ginger tabby, who adored angel food cake, and car rides, we adored her.
When I moved out, I took with me a barn cat with a identity crisis… she thought she should be a indoor cat, and she was for years, she loved it, I loved her. And then we have Boo, our Bootsie, the tuxedo cat that adopted us, good choice Boo… we love you, and you know… “You had me at meow.”
“Of course I did… ”