I can’t believe that we’ve been together almost 2 years..
When Sansa came into my life, in August 2012, she was a few months old, and I was living alone in the very-very-suburbs of Japan. I was a bit lonely, and I’d been wanting a cat for a while, but hadn’t planned on getting one so soon. She just sort of happened. I was at a friends’ house, and they mentioned that the stray cats that live near them and were always giving birth had had kittens a while back. A friend of theirs had taken two girls, but she was having to go back to the US quite suddenly and didn’t want to take them for some reason.
One had already found a home. The other, a little white kitty called “Yuki,” (Japanese for snow), still needed somewhere to go. I guess that it was fate, because I offered to take Yuki, and a few days later, Yuki was coming home with me on the train. She was scared, and kept meowing, breaking my heart into pieces. Eventually, though, we made it home, and I let her free in my new apartment.
It was awkward for me. I’d grown up around cats, but I’d been living alone for years now, and my patience for the hyperness of a kitten was a little bit strained. But when Yuki crawled right into my lap after a few minutes and curled into a tiny little ball, I was instantly in love.
She decided that the middle of the night was the best time to explore her new apartment, and I barely got any sleep. I awoke annoyed at her…. until I shifted, and realized that she was curled up into the crook between my shoulder and throat.
It took time for us to adjust to each other, but now Sansa (It took me a while to decide on her new name. Yuki was so unimaginative. I named her after the Game of Thrones princess who is at first frustrating, and then I grew to love… much like she had been).
Sansa has been my true companion through thick and thin for the last almost-two years.
And no, I’m not sure of her exact birthday. But April 1st was an anniversary with the person whom I had dated that had turned violent, and it was a sad, sad day. No day to laugh or tell jokes. So, instead of letting it be a bitter memory, I decided that Sansa’s birthday would be April 1st. I’ve reclaimed the day, and it’s now a joyous day, that I celebrate the more precious life to me. That very one who is curled up on my lap at this very moment.
I’m going to leave it at that, but to celebrate, I’m going to share a ton of my favorite pictures of her. Sansa, I love, love, love you, more than life itself. You rescued me. You saved me. <3
I hope that we have many, many more years together. I Love You, Sansa Stark Lano. <3333333333
And tomorrow, it’s back to more Living Tall in Japan! But I had to celebrate her highness on my blog. Today is her day, and it will always be. I’d love to see pictures and hear about your precious little ones, if you’d be so generous as to share! <3