My Wonderful Human

Dedicated to all you animal lovers.

My Wonderful Human

            I sat on the chair when she entered the room. How exciting it was to see her again after so long. I counted three sleeps, and two wakes before the bright light in the sky came up again. I rushed over to her and she picked me up. She gave me a big squeeze and said she loved me. I can tell when she says she loves me, because her voice goes up and it sings smoothly.

            Her name is Lyla and she is my human. I know that is her name because that is the sound that her mouth makes after picking up the ringing thing. I even try to call her the way she speaks, but it is so very hard. The best I can do is Meowa.

            Let me tell you why she is wonderful. My human is very brave. She will stand between me a wiggling thing to protect me from it. I try to get at it to show her I do not need to be protected. I am brave and can take care of myself. So I slash and punch at the moving thing that darts around her leg. Sometimes I catch it with my claws but Lyla cries out and pulls back the wiggly thing so I cannot kill it.  

            My human is so generous. She will give me food to eat and water to drink. I don’t have to hunt for my own food … unless I want to. But I could. I have seen a fury little animal squeak by me at night and I dashed for it. I have killed the intruders and left them by my food for my human to admire. You see, it is I who is the real protector of the territory.

            I need no one to clean myself, I take long naps to conserve my strength for battle, and I always keep one eye open in case I am needed. I have a thick coat to keep me warm when it is cold, and I have long whiskers that tell me how wide of a hole I can go through. My strong legs let me leap up to high places, where I stand guard and watch for dangerous moving things.  My tail gives me balance and my long claws are excellent for slashing and catching things. But I don’t want to talk about me; I want to talk about my wonderful human, Lyla.

            My human is so very smart. She lets me into the moving room with black round things and she knows how to move us across the land to other places; even bad places where they poke things into me. Why does she let them do that? It is the only time I wish to slash her … but I don’t. She is a good human most of the time. I have trained her to make up special places for me around the living territory. I have my special chair, my special couch, my special pad in the corner, and even special places my human doesn’t know about … such as the rumbling noise area. That is where I paw open a little door to a cozy spot in the back above some layered fur stacks.

            My human is kind. When the darkness outside comes, she will sit in front of the light box with food and drink, and I will sit on her lap. She will stroke my fur and the rumble inside me comes out. I don’t know why I rumble inside, but it happens every time I have a happy feeling.

            My human is faithful. I am very clean and need to squeeze out the bad smell stuff away from me. I also like to bury it so I do not have to look at it. My human has a box for me and she knows how I like to have it cleaned out.

            My human is playful. Many times when I am bored, I will race around my territory as fast as I can. Sometimes my human will dash with me and play chase or hide and find. Other times she will stand by when the bright little spot intruder comes by. I can never get my claws on it. My human also stands by to watch me dash and slash at the wing intruder that flies into the room. I leap and jump and get it. It is fun to let it wriggle and get loose, so I can jump at it again. When it stops I know I have killed it--and have protected my human.

            My human is odd and clever. Sometimes she will say things with other humans and they make funny nonsense sounds as if they know what they are saying. I haven’t been able to train my human to understand my own sounds but she knows what I am saying anyway. Like when I want food, I meow, or when I want to be held, I meow, or when I don’t like something, I meow. And somehow she knows which meow I am sounding about. Isn’t she amazing?

            I am so very lucky and proud to own such a human as Lyla. So for all you animals that have a human…love them, rub them, and take care of them. Humans are the best and the most wonderful pets that any animal could wish for.