They say people choose dogs but cats choose people. I seldom leave my condo unit. Once, maybe twice, a day for provisions. Eleven never leaves. We are four floors up. I dare not open even the balcony doors for fear
he would get curious, jump onto the concrete railing and lose his
balance from so little as a gust of wind. When I went away for Thanksgiving he stayed here. No cat motel for him. I wouldn't do it. He chose me and he chose this place and only with both is he safe and content. I turned into a preppie like my Big Brother's family. I left food and water and litter for a score of cats all over the place. When I came back I got the most rapturous welcome I ever received in my life. I have him and he has me and only here, together, are we happy and content and safe. In the eleventh hour of my life Eleven chose me. Forever. Till death do us part.