942 Days

What’s the significance of 942, you ask?

It’s the number of days I’ve been at Cat Depot.

It’s the number of times the vacuum has come out and scared me into hiding in a box.

It’s the number of times food has been placed but I have to wait until just the right time to come out.

It’s the number of times I’ve tried to make someone fall in love with me. And 942 times I’ve failed and spent the night alone.

942 days is a long time. I used to have hope that someone would find me. I hoped that someone wanted a soft kitty like me. I hoped that I would have a sunbeam of my own to lay in. I hoped I would have someone to pet me – I do love that.

But after two and a half years, I’ve started to lose hope. I don’t jump up when someone enters my suite. I don’t rub around legs and I don’t meow “Take me!” anymore. Why should I bother? No one seems to want me.

After 942 days I get tired of people not getting to know the real me. I might swat out of irritation – but just try to get to know me first. Ask me what I like – what makes me purr, what my favorite kind of soft food is. I don’t take easily to strangers and it takes me a while to warm up. But I like the people who take care of me and I love having my chin scratched.

I would love to stop counting days. I would love to just live my life while enjoying a warm spot on the couch next to my very own person. I’m a quiet girl. I won’t ask for much. But as I roll into my 942nd night, I’m afraid that day 943 will be just like today. Another day alone.

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