This morning I woke up to Harley walking across the bed to lay down in his spot beside my pillow. Just like he’s done every day for the past 10 years. I remember going down to the Humane Society to find a cat and being overwhelmed by all the guys that needed homes. I was torn between getting a kitten or an older cat. There was a litter of kittens ready to leave their mom, but I knew they’d have no problems finding homes. I almost got a big, fat senior cat, but she was just not friendly and didn’t seem to like me. I had almost given up when I took one more look around. There, in the back of a cage with 2 other cats, was a very scared, shy little blonde cat. My heart almost stopped – he was the same colour as my childhood cat Tigger. We locked eyes and I started to tear up immediately. I told him I would get him out of there and ran to fill out my paperwork.
Harley and I rode home on the TTC to our little bachelor apartment at Queen & Beech. I took him out of the box, showed him his food and litter and let him go to check out the place. He ran straight for my closet and hid under the dresser for the next two weeks, only coming out at night to eat and use the litter box.
One night, a few weeks after he’d been with me, I heard him come out of his hiding spot in the closet and go over to his bowl to eat. Figuring he’d have his fill and run back to hide I tried my best to go to sleep. He finished eating and I heard him walk over to the end of my bed. He jumped up on the end and slowly made his way up towards my head. I was holding my breath, trying not to scare him away and he walked all the way up onto my pillow. Then he curled up around my head with his chin resting on my forehead and went to sleep. I couldn’t help but cry as silently as possible and Harley stayed curled around my head for the whole night.
The next day we woke up and he let me pick him up and cuddle him and the next night he came and slept around my head again. It’s now been 10 years of a cat on my bed, right next to or curled around my head. We’ve been together though thick and thin, lived in 6 places in Toronto and spent 6 months together living in Florida. Harley is the longest relationship I’ve ever had and he is the love of my life.
I am so lucky to have you Harley and am so happy that you picked me. I know you can’t read this, but I’ll continue to tell you every day how much I love you. Thank you for being the best kitty in the world.