Opinions of a Wolf

One year ago today, I picked up my kitty, Ayla, from the MSPCA. Two days earlier, we chose each other.  I was looking around, trying to decide on an adult cat.  Ayla was cute and timid.  She seemed sweet, but a bit overwhelmed.  I was trying to decide between her and another cat.  I opened her cage, and she timidly stuck her head forward and licked my hand.  My heart melted.  She’d chosen me.  Who could refuse that?

When I first brought her home. She was so tiny!

Although the first couple of days were interesting getting to know each other, she’s quickly become my furry best friend.  Ayla keeps me company at night.  She meows excitedly at the door when she hears me getting home.  She plays with me.  When I got the stomach flu, she put her paws up on the edge of the toilet and licked me while I was puking.  She snuggles me and purrs.  She’s the perfect, sweet, snuggly kitty-cat match for me, and I’m so glad we found each other.

Ayla now. She loves to steal my boxes.