I remember the day my mom came in to adopt me. I saw her across the room looking at the others. I desperately wanted out of there and I wanted out as soon as possible. Don’t get me wrong, the shelter was alright. They gave me a warm place to sleep and plenty of food and even let me and my twin brother stay together. However, someone had adopted my brother about a month earlier. They did not want me. They could not handle two, they had said. And my brother was more out going than me, so they picked him. I was shy and quite, but I decided that it was my turn to go home too, so I pulled the best techniques from my brother and put on my best smile when the pretty lady came towards me. I squeaked a hello up at her and she kneeled down in front of me and started talking to me. I put all my fears aside, desperately wanting a home and a new friend, and crawled in her lap, looking up at her with my big brown eyes.
Before I knew it, the adoption was complete and I was heading home with the pretty lady. Turns out she had a husband also, so I got a new mommy and daddy. They took me home to their apartment, where I had toys and food and mom even let me sleep in bed with her. Other than running through the house and playing, my new favorite thing to do was sit beside mom and stare out the window, while she read. Rather it was out loud to me or silently. I love being near her and loved her affection.
I liked dad to, but I had a sort of a reserve towards him, which I am sure has to do with my real father. I don’t know much about him, except that he got my mom pregnant and then walked out of her life. He never came back around to check on us or my mom. Mom was upset because she was pretty young and now pregnant with twins. She still loved us till the day my grandmother, a real mean lady with long blonde hair came and took us away. She called my mom nasty names and took me and my brother and dropped us off at the shelter. My mom never came to find us and dad never surfaced either. I was afraid that my new dad was going to walk out to and cause my new mom to become angry with me. So I stayed away from him as much as possible.
I didn’t like many other people besides my mom and dad. I didn’t like children, because they were mean and chased me, I didn’t like other cats or dogs because they frightened me. So I stayed to myself and with my new mom, who slowly became my best friend. We played together and enjoyed each others company. My favorite came to play with mom was hide and go seek. She would go and hide and I would go find her, but before I found her she would jump out and I would go running away, till she caught me. Once she set me down, she would go and hide again and we would start all over again.
The only thing I did not like that my new mom did, was when she took me to see the lady in the white coat. I never wanted to go and cried the whole way. Once we got there, the lady in the white coat poked and prodded me and gave me shots and nasty medicine to take. The only comforting thing about it was mom was always there when it was all over to take me back home and let me lay in her arms.
I remember I was frightened the first time we moved. I was not sure what was going to happen in this new place they were taking me too. But we all moved together. I did not like the new place. It was darker than our old home, and there was not a nice view out the windows like there was in our old home. It also smelled of animal feces and human feces. It was also loud and I spent most of my time in my room curled up on a blanket or sweater that smelled of mom.
We had not been in this new place long, when my life changed forever again. Dad adopted not one, but two boys. The first was way younger than me and wanted to play all the time and chased me through the house. The other was older than me and from the bad sides of the streets and wanted to hurt me every time he saw me. Mom wanted to love the two new additions also, because she is so loving and caring. They called these others my new brothers and told me I had to accept them. Boris, this is what they called the older one got into a lot of trouble every time he came after me. So I started exagrating it a little. Every time he would come near me I would scream and get him in trouble. I did not want to accept these new changes. I liked having mom all to my self and now the young one, Bastian they called him, took most of the attention that used to be mine. So I hid in my room most of the time and would not come out. Mom would come and try to talk to me and tell me that everything was going to be ok. But I wanted no part of it. Boris was mean and didn’t want their love like I did. I actually heard mom and dad talking about taking him back one day and I got excited. I came out of hiding and listened to the rest of the conversation. Dad begged mom to give him a little while longer. So she did. I tried my hardest to push him out. I cried and screamed every time he came near me.
But the thing that changed mom’s mind the most, was the day Boris ran away. He was gone one morning when we all woke up and I thought that it had finally happened, that he was gone forever, but I soon realized that neither mom nor dad had taken him anywhere. Mom was upset because he was gone and dad was out looking for him and mom was calling everyone they knew to see if they had seen him. She did an unexpected thing in her sorrow. She turned to me and picked me up and kissed me and held me close. She said to me, “Oh baby girl, your brother is gone!” I let her to continue to hold me and I let her words sink in, and what I felt was loneliness all over again. Losing this new brother of mine, was sort of like losing my real brother all over again, because once I thought back, my real brother wasn’t so nice to me either. He always chased me and harassed me, when all I wanted to be was left alone. He pinned me to the floor and laughed at me too. Maybe this is what a brother and sister love is all about. It was at that moment that I realized I did love my new brothers and that mom and dad loves us all too. Bastian was way to energetic for me and I knew I could never keep up with him, but I did go over to him and sit on the couch beside him. He was upset over Boris’ disappearance also. They got along great, and I knew he really loved him. I did not know if they were real brothers, I never bothered to ask. Not till that day.
Bastian said they were not real brothers, but he had never had a real brother or sister before. At least not that he remembered. He had grew up in a foster home with lot of others and they had the run of the house. Not like the shelter, where we were to stay in our rooms and not let out to play with all the others very often. He said he loved his new home and loved being with all of us and he leaned over and kissed me on the cheek before running and jumping in mom’s lap, who was sitting by the computer crying. Just then the phone ring and Mom let out a sigh and said to bring him home. She leaned over and kissed Bastian and told him dad had found Boris. When dad came in with Boris, mom took him in her arms and cried some more. Boris held on to her too and dad joined in. Boris had apparently snuck out and gotten lost. He was different after that. He seemed a bit more grateful and did not chase me down, as much. And Bastian and I bonded a little that day too.
Shortly after that we moved again. I like the new place because it smells nice and has a good view. I come out of my room more and love dad more than ever before. The boys still get really excited sometimes and chase me around the house, but dad is always there to protect me. So when mom is not in the recliner, I am near dad. The second mom pops out the recliner, I am right next to her.
The boys still bug me and they leave a mess in the bathroom and they stink. Bastian is an attention hog and cries till he gets what he wants sometimes, but I know over all, I am with a kind, loving family. My adopted mom and dad and my brothers, have made me who I am.
My name is Miracle, and I may be a little over weight, but think of it as being over loved. I may be crazy and neurotic, and the mean lady in white says I am a nervous pooper. But you would be too if your brothers always ran in and scared you while you were doing your business. But I have accepted who I am and my family as they are. Now if you would excuse me, I just heard mom come in from work. Which means she is about to hit the recliner and I have to get to her first. It’s every cat for himself when mom gets home.
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