Go here to check out the story: "New Year's Eve."
It's a fictionalized to take place around New Year's, but the premise behind the story is true. Even though, according to Mom, I'm the biggest snuggledy-buggledy cat she's ever known, and I'm a lap cat to the point that I'm a Velcro cat, I've never slept in the bed with Mom and Dad at night.
And a few nights ago, after many nights of looking at Mom and Dad longingly from the sewing machine table, I got into bed with them. I've been snuggling with them every night since. In her short story, Mom speculates on what might have been working in my mind.
Here's an excerpt:
Tonight is New Year’s Eve. It’s time to change my ways.
Not that I’m a bad cat. Quite the opposite. I’m a well-behaved cat. Mom tells me so all the time. Marilyn, she likes to say, you’re such a good, good girl. The only thing I do, once in a while, that’s naughty is to shred the paper towels while Mom and Dad are sleeping
And sometimes I’m crabby with my brothers and sister. But for an eleven-year-old kitty girl who spent the first ten years of her life as an only cat, I do remarkably well in the “other cats” department.
No, my New Year’s resolution is more subtle. I’ve lived with Mom and Dad for a year, but I’ve never slept in bed with them. Ten years of hearing “No” formed a habit that’s hard to break.
I want to break the habit.
But every time I find myself on the verge of taking the leap – pun intended – I hear Mabel, the lady with whom I lived for the first ten years of my life, saying, “No.”