“He reminds me of you.”

I looked at the cat in the window of Pet Smart. He sat quietly by, while the other rescue cats bounced off the walls. I turned to my friend. 

“Well,”I said. “He certainly has my posture.”

“Happy birthday,” said my friend. “If you want him, he’s yours.”

The big eyes of the cat met mine. I was going through a tough time and so was Baxter. He felt like a kindred spirit. So I said “yes”. 

On a cold, rainy night Baxter joined the family. The adoption process was more complicated than most job interviews I’ve been on, but well worth it. They adoption people warned us he might be shy, but within minutes he was purring and sitting in my wife’s lap. He slept on the bed that night and when I woke the next morning he was curled up in my scoliosis like it was a hammock swaying in a breeze. He is an affectionate boy. When I was on graveyard  he would sit in the window or by the front door waiting for my return. Then he would to bedroom because it was nap time. 

As the years pass, I can see what my friend meant about us being alike. We both fall asleep on the couch. We both don’t walk, we lumber and we both have been known to suddenly flee a room for no apparent reason.  

He is my boyo, to use an old Irish/Welsh word. My buddy. 

My life is better because of Baxter and I like to think he feels the same about me. 

Dan Farren is a writer living in California.

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