A rough day

I had just decorated my new room. I had spent the greater part of my day making my new living space something that would make me feel like I was home. It was a good day. My Mistress had gotten me a new outfit, I got my own room, and I had bought an adorable tiger striped outfit that went so perfectly with my ever so lightly striped fur.

Scampering about happily, I pasted big pictures of all the people I deeply care about. Having not been able to pick a color to paint the wall, I figured making my private living space surrounded by the ones I cared about was all the color in the world I could ever need. Towards the end I was very tired. The furniture had new fabric on it now, there was new flooring, the ceiling was made white, and the walls were finally covered in pictures of my family, friends, lovers, and me ^.^;.

I looked around, taking in a deep breathe at the project I had finished and collapsed on my soft new bed with a soft mew. Looking up, I smiled and laughed at all the images, remembering exactly when, where, why, and with who I took them with. I took a nearby pillow and held it against my chest. Looking down giggling at my new tiger print outfit, happy with the events of the day.

However, something unexpected happened. My lips started to tremble.. my eyes teary... my ears perk up hoping there is someone nearby to hold, but there is not. I cry silently as I remember the faces not pictured on the walls. The people I once called family and friends, who I never thought would leave by my side. Warm tears ran down my soft fur on my face. Not even trying to cry, not blinking, the tears just simply fell. Wrapping my tail around me tight, I hug onto the pillow that I had on my chest tightly. I remember the people who now probably hate me, for reasons that still puzzle me. I wish maybe I could go back in time and change it all. My ears twitched as my mind started racing. "What if I did this".. "What if I did that", I thought.

Right at my time of weakness, my ears perked up once more at the sound of footsteps in the living room. A familiar scent was near that I knew all to well, and I jumped out of my bed to try to close the door. Scampering quickly to catch the door before she came, I ran my face straight into the chest of the one I was trying to not show my weakness to.. my loved Cy..plopping backwards on the ground after the impact. Already crying, my cries only escalated as now even my rump hurt. Curled up on the floor mewing in sadness, Cy scooped me up in her arms, laying me back down in my bed, with her besides me. Shushing me calmly, her face in worry as to why my orange eyes were so clouded with tears. Looking up at her, I whimpered soft mews explaining the troubles on my mind as she held me gently in her arms. All of my worries seemed to float away as she reminded me that sometimes in life doors close. However, like meeting her, new ones open right afterwords. Her soft thumb rubbed on my furry cheek, trying her best to dry them. My cries died down into soft sniffles, holding her as she spoke to me, her voice being one of the few that I always knew would calm me down and make me feel like my true self once again. My tired eye lids were heavy as she talked, tired from a long day of decorating my room so generously given by her. Light turned to darkness as my eyes closed, my mind slowly drifting into dreamland. I was very happy that she was there, not only to calm me down, but to show me that there was nothing wrong with her little kitten, simply the ups in downs of life. I hope that the friends and family that I have tacked up on my walls will never come down. I hope that a picture is never taken down in pain or anger, and that the ones who are dear to me will always be dear in my heart for many more years to come.