Poesers

My sister sent me a cuddly throw blanket for my bed, and I love it! I was on my bed relaxing after a long day, and starting to doze off. My foot grazed the throw, and it felt like fur. I thought that Poes was at my feet, as she is when I am with her. I thought she was sleeping on my bed with me at my feet, but when I realized that the softness I felt at my feet was my new furry blanket and not my beloved cat, I felt such a sadness well up inside me, and I really felt a pang of homesickness thinking about how much I miss my sweet Poesers. She's been with me since I was 19 and just a sophomore at the University of Minnesota. I rescued her and her brother, Gato, from a cat shelter in Minneapolis. I only wanted one cat, and had my heart set on Gato, but my boyfriend at the time told me we should get Poes because she was the biggest and healthiest looking of the bunch, but my mom trained me that male cats were better and easier to care for, so I decided upon Gato. But when we went to pay for them, the saleslady persuaded me to take "two for the price of one" and since they looked like twins and were so darn cute, I was helpless. I couldn't resist. Now my mom is watching Gato and Matt is watching Poes, and I am grateful that they have such happy homes, but I feel sad being away from them, especially Poesers who lived everywhere with me, including Maine. I love you, Poesers, and I hope we'll be together one day soon.