My name is Mr Kitty and I live with my human. Her name is Writer or Worker or Lovely. She is the best thing – along with cat food of course. I remember before I met my human. Life was cold and wet. There was nowhere warm to sleep. I huddled up in corners and garages and dry places when I could. I didn’t have any home and no humans cuddled me. I had to kill my food. I didn’t know if I would eat or not. My life was cold and scary. Other cats and dogs chased me so I got angry when I saw them and hissed – they might run away then.

One day I was near some houses. There was a delicious smell of fish which I went to investigate. It was in a bowl in a wire box. I ate it and then I was trapped. I was so scared but after some time, when it got light a human came and brought me inside. She seemed surprised it was me, like she expected a different cat. She scratched me behind my ears and called me ‘sweetie’. It was nice. Another lady came and took me to my human’s house. This new human looked at me and her face was kind. Then she picked me up and held me tight to her chest. She scratched behind my ears and talked softly to me. I snuggled in and purred. At the moment we belonged to each other. She was my human and I was her Kitty.

My human goes out every day. She gives me cat food and I watch as she goes out the door. She comes home ages later with cuddles and cat food. I used to worry that she wouldn’t come back but she always does. Sometimes she is tired when she comes home. Sometimes she is sad – so sad I can sense it. I always give her cuddles and purrs then and it makes her happier.

My human is Public Speaker Advocate Writer. She spends a long time on the computer making and practicing her talks. I sit at her feet while she works. She will bend down and pat me and I smooch her hand. I think she needs my support to do what she is doing. She always has cuddles for Kitty.  She holds me like a baby and I purr and purr. So nice to be safe and warm and with cat food every day.

People come to my human’s and my house a lot. They always want to talk to me but I don’t aways talk to them. The other humans smell like cats and dogs and guinea pigs. I like the other humans but I don’t know them as well as my human. Sometimes I smooch them or stand on their laps and they are really happy, just because I said hello to them. I think I could try to talk more to the other humans but I don’t always trust them.

I am my human’s kitty and she is my human. You get one of us then you have the other one too. We are closer than anything. I know she won’t bring other pets into the house and she knows she can trust me to be loving. Sometimes she gets annoyed when I ask for cat food by biting her feet and knocking her human phone off the desk. She says ‘you’re a little bugger! Good thing I love you or I’d turn you into cat meatballs!’  But I know she doesn’t really think that. It is like a game we have.

My human goes away a lot, Her friends come over and she puts me in a carrier and then in the car and we go to the cat boarding place together. I used to be scared at the cat boarding place but i like it now. the humans there love Kitty but i always make sure they know I am in charge. I is Kitty after all.

I am always happy that my human wanted me to live with her. She says I am the most beautiful and unexpected gift. She tells me I am the best thing in her life. And I think the same. Kitty needs his human  but human needs her Kitty a lot. I have a big job looking after my human but I like doing it.