The Cat

May 25, 2011

One day, a darling kitty followed our son home from a friend’s house. He tried to get her to leave, but she wouldn't. I fell in love and decided to keep her.

Right off, the kids noticed her personality, but I was blinded by her lovingness towards me. I named her Belle. The kids wanted to name her Satan. As she grew up, I noticed she would never leave the room when company came like most cats. Instead, she would lie in the middle of the floor and complain at them for coming. If they got too close, she would hiss at them and possibly spit too. She especially did not like the grandkids or the adults that brought them. She is one of those cats that wants to lie on your lap but doesn't want you there. She will growl and complain as if to say just leave, but leave the lap. I see other people’s sweet cats that purr, rub up against you, and love up on everyone they see. I am trying to figure out how I got one like Belle. Unfortunately, love is blind, and in spite of the way she behaves, I still love her.

Liz C.
Grain Valley Branch