This is Luna Bell. She has been my cat for 2 years. I went to PetSmart a few months ago looking for a water bowl. And not just any water bowl–a water bowl that would end her favorite past time of whacking it across the room the second it is filled, thus littering my kitchen floor with water and getting my feet wet every time I want a Diet Coke out of the fridge. In other words, something heavy and skid resistant. While I was at PetSmart, I was talking to a lady who was there with a pet shelter. When I told her I had a “rescue kitty”, she started gushing about how grateful rescue pets are. That no matter what happens, you just have a grateful animal on your hands. Let me tell you about my grateful cat.
Luna Bell enjoys cocktail parties, wet cat food and sleeping at the top of my pillow (see above). She hates beef, being cold and Justin Timberlake. Since we started our life together in a studio apartment, she has to do everything with me, even though we’ve now hit the big time and live in a one bedroom. She will only eat if someone is standing near her, she takes up half my pillow at night (again, see above–that was taken at 10pm yesterday) and I swear, when I was practicing yoga last night, she crawled on my mat and did a stretch that totally looked like downward dog. LB always lays with her chin flat on the ground or with her arms crossed, preferably on top of my Blackberry. Ryan does nothing to help the cause–he feeds her canned cat food every Sunday and I once came home to the two of them sitting on the floor in the kitchen, sharing a can of tuna. Oh and when the temperature in my apartment drops below 70, she digs her way under the covers so I can see is a Luna Lump in the center of my bed.
When it comes to being grateful, I think that’s me. Thanks, LB, for being my favorite friend under the weight of ten pounds.