I have this one wish, and to me, it’s everything. Birthday candles, dandelions, 11:11, wishing-wells, and shooting stars all spent wishing for this one wish.
My one true wish is to have a cat of my very own.
Don’t get confused, it has to be all my own. It can’t be a family pet that I have to share with my brother, where cuddles have to be shared equally and responsibilities are split. I want my own cat, with a fluffy tail and kind eyes. It has to have small little paws, long whiskers, and a big personality to match my own.
It’s the only thing I’ve ever truly wanted. Not a razor scooter, or comic books, or even a race car. I want a cat. The color doesn’t matter, and it doesn’t even have to be particularly nice, it just has to be mine.
It has to be mine for me to fall asleep petting at night, and to greet me when I get home from school. I want to be the one to pay for its food, and vet bills. To clean out the litter box and to brush its fur each night.
You get the point. I want a cat, and I want it to be all mine. I want it more than anything, I’d trade my brother for a cat any day.
I finally had the realization why my wishes weren’t working, they weren’t important enough! Birthday shmirthday, I needed my wish to come from something even bigger. Something like New Year’s!
New Year’s Eve was the perfect chance, and as the ball started to drop, I made my wish.
Please get me a cat, please get me a cat, please get me a cat!
I thought it would appear right away but…I guess I was wrong. It’s hard to not feel disappointed, and seeing everyone celebrating and so happy only made it worse, so I went to bed.
I end up dreaming of my cat, one dream swirling into the next. We go from playing in a field to lounging in a sun patch. In my dreams, with my cat, I’m at peace. I wake up, and just for one second, I’m able to feel my cat next to me. That is, until I truly wake up and the lingering wisps of my dreams fade away.
I don’t cry, because my cat wouldn’t want that. Instead, I trudge downstairs for another boring cat-less day. I go to open my door but stop in my tracks. Holy sphinx! A cat! A pinch confirms that it’s truly a cat in front of me and this time I do cry, one or two tears trace my cheeks.
She’s looking up at me, pupils dilating as she takes me in. Her coloring reminds me of an orange creamsicle, the bright and sweet memories of summer being replaced with my love for her. I try to let her sniff my hand, but instead she jumps right into my arms! The purring starts immediately and I feel the vibrations deep within me; I feel them touching my soul. I think that we’re going to be friends, and I think I’ll name her Wish.
