I never realized how important companionship is to me.

Sitting in the living room with all the lights and television off I feel completely parted from the world. I don't think I like this feeling, which feels off to me because I used to love it.

I guess more than anything I realize I really want a pet. I don't think I'm at the point where I'm ready for another dog, but I want a kitten. For those of you who don't know I had to put my dog to sleep Thanksgiving last year and my cat Jacob passed away earlier last year. Now I'm taking care of a cat named Benjamin. My friend's dad had to be put into a nursing home because he needs to take a lot of medicines and can't climb stairs and what not, and he asked me to take care of the cat.

Benji is a very afraid cat, he's not crazy about people, so when I used to go to pet him he would run away. He used to not even come upstairs and would spend all day barely eating in a corner behind the heater. Now a days he climbs onto my bed and pushes against my hand asking for cuddles. He's still really jumpy, running away at any loud sounds or when I'm walking around the house, but it's for sure an improvement to what it was when I first took him in. I love Benji and I look forward to the small advancements that we make bringing that little fur ball closer to me.

But I still want another cat. I want a little one that can grow with me and be my best friend. There's a lot of different things I miss about having a cat, most of all probably being those little moments when you realize how attached you are to each other.

Who knows? Pretty soon here you might be reading about my new kitten if things go how I'd like them to :)

Peace, Love & Pancakes
-Liberty