My Treasure Merlin

Merlin

There are several things I treasure, some more than others so it is hard to pick out just one to write about.  The number one treasure for me is of course my cat, Merlin, who passed away on this past March 13.  We had been together for fifteen years.  He was the apple of my eye and he kept me happy and amused most of the time with his antics.  And of course, I spoiled him rotten.  I picked him out of a litter and I had the pick of the litter, as the person who had the mother cat was a friend.  It was the first time I had a cat of my own and at my age I was wondering if it would work out.  I wasn’t as spry as I used to be and I had been a ‘dog’ person’ before that.

But now that I was older and living alone, I thought that a cat may be the ideal pet for me.  A few friends thought I would love having a cat, saying that a cat would be no trouble.  You don’t have to walk them or scoop up their poop, I was told and they clean themselves and they love to be petted and sit on your lap.  Even sleep on the bed if you want them to.

So when a friend’s cat had kittens, she asked me if I was interested and she said that I could have the pick of the litter.  Enter Merlin!  He seemed to be so darn easygoing and of course cute as a kitten.  Well he was a holy terror when I got him home.  Knocking over everything that wasn’t nailed down, including a lamp and vase, smashing the vase.  It just happened to be in his way as he leaped from chair to table and all around the house.  Good thing he was so darn cute.

To be continued.

This is going to be a longread, so I am breaking it up into two or three pieces.Thanks for reading and for any feedback you would like to contribute.