Finally the day came, my parents went with me to some family's home (I still have no idea who these people actually were) and I was excited as hell. As we arrived I was a saddend and shocked, as there wasn't a Myna waiting for me, but you, a little furry ball named Felix. A cat. Great. No talking bird.
But damn, you, little ball of hair, won me over pretty fast.
I still remember you sleeping in my bed and waking up with that tingly feeling on my toes as you were licking them out of curiosity. But not only me, also my... our Father fell in love with you quite quickly. It is funny how he, in the beginning, cropped your whiskers because he wasn't aware of the fact, that you actually need them, and wanted to something good. And all that cream cheese he gives you. So many memories. Years of scratches on my hands and arms from our fights. Years of chasing laser pointers and random plastic handles. Years of your hair everywhere. It's been six years that I don't live under the same roof as you. But you are there, protecting our home from those evil insects, meowing at these filthy birds in the trees, patrolling around the house. But a few times a year, when our parents are gone, I'm there. Giving you food, petting you, getting your hair everywhere. And I look forward to that.
And now, you lost your eyesight.
You are getting old, my friend.
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