Watching you bat your little paws against the smeary glass at Petsmart and mew at my fingertips grazing the walls of your habitat, wishing I could hold you, yes, made me cry and wish I could take 3 kittens home for no reason, but you also brightened my day considerably.
You small animals are so incredibly therapeutic. All you need is to look at them. Sit on the dirty floor of Petsmart and let them melt you with their soul-penatrating gazes. Watch them chase each other's tails one minute and curl up in furry, sleeping bundles the next.
Suddenly you're sitting there squealing at the glass windows, making a fool of yourself, and you think, "Wait, didn't I have problems a minute ago? I can't fathom where they went."
And did you guys see the other girl? The one with the green and gray scarf, who was taking Snapchat videos of your antics. Keep an eye out if she comes back for you. Well, Willow at least. She's a good one, that chick. She'll take great care of you, and let you romp on her flowery bedspread and read you stories about Peter Pan and you'll have great fun chasing her scarves across the floor. And I'll come over and visit you, and we can all play together.
Sorry I had to leave, and know that it did in fact break my heart. But her and I were so full of peppermint mochas and happy energy that we couldn't stay forever.
I'll tell you guys a secret. That girl's my new favorite buddy. I could share steamy drinks and gleeful car rides with her any day, and I always come home with my heart fuller than it was that morning.
Kittens included or not.
So if she shows up again, feel lucky. Very lucky.
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