Today is the day that I celebrate the birth of Bonnie, my beautiful companion and friend of thirteen years.
I do not know the exact date of Bonnie’s birth but I celebrate it on the 23rd as I believe it appropriate to do so. Bonnie was born and lived the first year of her life at an animal shelter. She came into my life when I went with friends to look for a dog for their family. After walking around the dog kennels for well over an hour, we retreated to the cat sanctuary where I walked into one of the enclosures and sat on a chair. Shortly after setting on the chair, a cat jumped onto my lap. “That’s sweet,” I thought to myself.
This scenario was repeated two more times over the following weeks. First the dog kennels, then the cat sanctuary with the cat jumping on my lap. Following the third time this happened, I went to work the next day and saw a photo of a cat that looked like the cat that had jumped onto my lap. Three times in a row. I emailed the link to the friend and asked “Is this the cat that jumped on my lap three weeks in a row?”
“Yes,” was the response.
The next evening, that cat was in my flat and in my life. We’ve since relocated from Darwin to Melbourne and this gorgeous critter is still in my life.
An odd thing, though: Bonnie’s first approach to me was a lap cat. She’s the least lap-cat cat in the world. She likes to be close to you – she doesn’t like being on you.
You are adored my dear Bonnie. Here’s to many more years to come.
And this is a slideshow of Bonnie (as well as a few images of Ganzou, who is no longer in our life):
If your browser doesn’t display this slideshow, you can visit this link to see all of the images.