By Cherie Reich
Spooky nuzzled against Osho. He’d grown more than she realized. What happened to the little kitten she loved like a brother? She felt protective of him. He was so little when their human brought him into the family.
Then, he sprouted before her eyes into a handsome, young cat. He’d been with the family a long time. Their humans loved them. She knew it might be wrong, but her sibling like feelings for Osho changed. He would look at her with those bright eyes, watching the swish of her tail and her delicate tongue like her fur. She thought he loved her. She hoped so.
With a half-dead mouse in her mouth, she jumped upon the couch where Osho was. His eyes lit up when he saw her, and she presented the mouse to him.
The little creature moved in a drunken pattern. Then, Osho accepted the gift, sharing it with her.
“Meow,” she said before licking his ear.
Osho purred, and she did too.
Spooky flopped down and laid on her back, displaying her belly to him. Her paw lifted, and she brushed it against his cheek. He licked her nose, and she giggled in a catlike way.
When did he become her entire world? He had changed from friend to something more. Did he understand how much she loved him?