A Cat

Okay, so, picture this: me, stuck volunteering at the animal shelter. I'm not a cat person. AT ALL. And then there was Sofy. Sofy was this fluffy, white terror. She hissed. She swatted. She basically looked at me like I was the scum of the earth. I was convinced she hated my guts. I mean, I tried to be nice! I brought her food, cleaned her litter box (ugh), even tried to talk to her in that baby voice everyone uses. Nothing. Pure, unadulterated feline disdain. I complained about her to everyone. "That cat," I'd say, rolling my eyes. "She's evil. I swear, she's plotting my demise." But, you know how it is. You spend enough time with someone (or something), and things start to... change. I started noticing the tiny things. The way she'd sometimes, sometimes, stop hissing when I was cleaning her cage. The way she'd purr, very quietly, when I was just nearby. The way her eyes, those big, yellow eyes, would follow me when I walked away. It was gradual, but I started to feel... something. It wasn't hate, that's for sure. It was more like... respect? And then, yeah, I'll admit it, affection. One day, I was having a really bad day. I was sitting in the cat room, just kind of slumped on a chair, feeling sorry for myself. Sofy, of all creatures, came over. She rubbed against my leg. She purred. Loudly. And I just... melted. I picked her up, and she actually let me hold her. She even nuzzled my cheek. That was it. I was a goner. I, the sworn enemy of cats, was head-over-heels for a fluffy, white, formerly evil feline. I ended up adopting her, obviously. And yeah, she still has her moments. But mostly, she's just... Sofy. And I love her. It's crazy, I know.