12 Days of Christmas: Lockdown Love Letter
To my cats,
Having moved out, lockdown is the longest we’ve spent together in years. Your quirks, cries and catnip induced crazes got the family through a difficult time.
I’ve grown up with cats, but there’s something truly special about the two of you. Your thick, black fur always adorns the carpets. Your yells ring out through the house every dinner time, and your soft scratches at the door on a Saturday morning are the best kind of alarm clock.
Coco, there’s no cat quite like you. Your face is like a cartoon dragon and your huge eyes that stay creepily open when you sleep, give me a sense that you’re slowly plotting my death. You’re a strong, independent woman that doesn’t take any rubbish from the man of the house and must be stealing the neighbours’ food because we’re not feeding you enough to be that obese. You have simple pleasures, most of which involve eating. On a catnip high, your dramatic collapse to the floor captured the mood of the nation.
Sebastian, my sweet old man. Despite your receding, greying hair and missing teeth, you’re still adorable to me. Nothing compares to being woken up by you crying at 4am because you’re hungry. I miss you yelling at us to go to bed because you like to get an early night. You certainly have an attitude problem, but who can blame you when you’re living with Coco?
My lockdown memories are filled with the warbling sounds you make when you’re happy, the way you only join me on the yoga mat when I’m doing ab exercises, and the small patches of dribble you leave on my clothes. I’m grateful for the extra time with you before you inevitably give up on being old and grumpy.
Lockdown was a lot more fun with the endless tales of your antics. So thank you. And please stop urinating in the shower.
Written by Louise
I work in digital marketing and writing is an important creative outlet for me. I always wrote a lot when I was younger, but fell out of it and university and am really enjoying getting creative again.