By Dusty Shelf
I spend a lot of time watching my cat Phantom sleeping on the floor next to me while I write. Phantom is an overweight, seven year-old, long-haired tuxedo cat who spends most his time sleeping, eating and following me from room to room.
His love and affection is unconditional. His purrs often wake me up after I’ve drifted off to sleep at 2 a.m. sitting at my desk… that or his cold, wet nose nudging my arm letting me know it’s time to wrap it up and go to bed.
He tries to sit on my lap like he did when he was a two pound kitten. He’s a 21 pound behemoth now. Yet, still, he tries to get comfortable as he gazes adoringly into my eyes all the while crushing the air out of my lungs.
Eventually he loses his balance and claws my thigh as he tries to hold on. It’s always my right thigh. It’s covered with scars now of failed attempts at jumping on my lap or trying to remain balanced on my lap.
I think he may need a kitty treadmill. He’s to the point where he doesn’t stand to eat or drink. He just lays in front of the bowl. I think we might both need to hit the gym again so to speak.
Everyone needs a friend like Phantom. Unconditional love. Complete understanding. Doesn’t mind when you need time to yourself. Always ready to welcome you home. Understands bad moods. Knows when you need a good cuddle.