My Dearest Midnight,
Three years ago I decided I wanted a cat. A playful, cute, loving kitten that would provide me with endless hours of joy. Instead I got you.
I drove to Petsmart and stood behind the window watching all the cute kitties up for adoption. I watched them play and meow and sleep. I saw you there in the cage with your siblings and thought you were the cutest thing on four legs. You were playful and cute. I asked if I could pick you up and hold you. You loved on me. I fell in love.
Like any new mother I then spent hundreds of dollars on all the necessary essentials for you including food and cat litter. I bought cute food and water bowls, an awesome dome litter box that had filters to trap the smell of kitty business. I bought a poop scooper and scented poop bags. I bought cat treats and toys, a cute collar and an engraved tag. I wanted you to have the very best.
Then I brought you home to meet your new family. For about a month you were everything I had hoped for. You played with your toys and jumped around being all cute and sweet. You were very loving and purred so loud it made my heart sing. And then you changed. You played less and less, you got fat and lazy, you ignored us and became very demanding, only paying us attention when your food bowl was empty or you wanted to go outside. (Apparently you were now too good for that awesome and expensive litter box.) By now we were all quite attached to you and the honeymoon stage was over. You had showed us your true colors. Well played Midnight, well played.
I still loved you with all my heart but longed for the kitty you used to be. Then last week we were told of an adorable kitten who needed a home. My hopes for a playful, cute, and loving kitten were ignited once again! Then Ollie moved in. He is wonderful! He plays all the time and is so adorable. He's so loving and curls up next to me and sleeps with me all night. He's funny and friendly. All the things you used to be..... And you hate him.
You growl at him and swat at him. You even eat his food. On purpose might I add because after three years you know darn well where your food bowl is. You're intimidating and mean. And might I add, JEALOUS.
Have I not still loved on you since he got here? Do I not still play with you? And don't I still feed you and let you out at 3 AM when you demand it? The only thing that has changed here buddy is you!
Well you're just gonna have to chill out mister because Ollie is here to stay. And so are you..... My heart is big enough for the both of you. You're my first love and nothing is gonna change that. Not even you being mean to the baby cat. So stop. He is not replacing you. I was hoping you two could be friends and maybe he could teach you how to be playful and loving again (cause you're still cute in my eyes.) But my luck you'll just teach him to be grumpy and demanding like you.
Oh well, guess I'll have to get a dog.........
