An ode to Critter

You came to us as a little ball of fluff. I could hold you in one hand. So tiny that we marveled at every move you made. When you first ran it was more of a hop.
We learned quickly about taking care of you and our home still has traces of chewed up book spines and corner tables that were too fun to leave alone.
You dug up and ate ALL the bulb flowers in our garden and we just kept planting more. Hyacinths are your favorites.
You hide under our bed when it’s bath time. Any good things that fall on the ground are gone in nanoseconds. You are goofy and funny and always ready to PLAY!
When we put on our shoes, you dance with joy in hopes that we will take you for a walk. It’s easy to please you and just watching you skitter around the house makes us laugh. You play with your squeaky toy when we aren’t paying attention, silly us.
You are getting old now, but are no less playful. Your disdain for the little dogs next door is palpable.
We know that you always thought you should be a cat, unfortunately the neighborhood cats disagreed.
When I’m trying to concentrate or am on the phone, you want to curl up on my lap. My job is to pet you and scratch the right places.
You make me smile every day and you love us more than we can ever know.
I’m so glad you are our critter. The bestest one of all for me.
Love, February

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