You came to me on October 21st, a tiny black bundle with yellow eyes. I barely got to touch you before you disappeared under the sofa for two days. But I already loved you so much.
I named you Bast, after the Egyptian goddess of cats. You really are a little goddess. You think the universe revolves around you, and I love you so much.
Your natural curiosity brought you out into the open. Soon you were running all over the place, getting into everything and making major commotion. Your name has a double meaning. You are my Bold Assertive Sassy Troublemaker, and I love you so much.
You took over my bedroom and then my bed. Does a one pound kitten really need a queen size bed? Hey, the new recliner is mine! You don't listen or don't care at all. And I still love you so much.
You cling to me almost 20 hours a day. You sleep near me or on me. I'm going to develop Carpal Tunnel Syndrome trying to type with you draped over my arm, and I love you so much.
I wake up on a cold dreary morning to discover I'm freezing. My arms are above the covers and wrapped around you. I don't know how we got into this position, and I love you so much.
I rub your soft fur, and you purr like crazy. I call it your purr machine. It makes me feel good knowing that I'm making you feel good. And I love you so much.
It's another lonely holiday, but I'm not really alone. You are with me, around me and all over me the whole day long. You bring me peace, and I love you so much.
You are a mischievous cat. You play with your toys and anything else you can find. You've already destroyed some technology by teething on cords. I want to be mad but can't. And still, I love you so much.
Kitten, kitten, my little Bast... Welcome home and into my heart. We'll have a great life together, because I love you so much.
