#characterpiece

My name is Artie. I’m the size of a loaf of bread and I act like one too. My life consists of nonstop sleeping or lounging around in the most inconvenience place. My favorite is on my owner’s face while she tries to sleep. To say I’m precious is an understatement and my mommy would agree. She even covers me in these weird things that she calls “kisses.” This is where she makes a fast movement towards various portions of my face, I’m not too fond of those if I’m being honest. I do my best to avoid her at all cost except when she’s not paying attention to me. Then I need to show her who’s the queen of the castle.

I’ve been with Lily since I was a baby. I can recall being eight weeks old and staying in one portion of her room. She told me then, “stay in here Artie, my mom doesn’t know of you yet.” I just meowed and acted like I knew what she meant. In reality I just really wanted her to give me food. I like when my bowl is filled to the top anything less would be unacceptable and I’m on the verge of dying. So I meow until she does it, repeat, repeat, repeat, then sleep! That’s basically my life in a nutshell.

However, throughout my life I have been there through Lily’s struggles. That is something she tells me often, I like to think of them as road bumps. I’m always there to make her feel better because she made me feel better when I was tiny and couldn’t defend myself. Being four weeks old and running a rampage through a horse barn was something I mastered very young.

They soon moved me inside the house, I became these people’s favorites. Being their favorite was anything but lavishing. I was not in the sense living the good life. There was this little girl who always stuck me in her onesies and I’d beg for breathes, like a fish begs to be placed back in water. Whenever Lily was over she’d quickly grab me out and cuddle me close to her. It wasn’t the little girl’s fault, as she was surrounded by unsupervised adults. Ones who deals with their demons behind closed doors. Lily watched as this story unfolded and she wanted me to play no role in it.

After that day, Lily piled me into her car and told me “you’re going to have a good life now, I’ll always take care of you.” That’s something I quietly at a young age promised her too. As Lily grew up so did I. That’s when my promise started mattering and soon it would mean the world to her too.