Our not-so-little kitty cat is approaching his first birthday. It's been an incredible thing to watch him grow from a tiny little fluff-ball that couldn't even jump onto the sofa to a fully fledged cat. Socks has brought so much joy to our lives.
There's something very honest about cats. Their sole pursuit in life is pleasure and they offer such clarity about what they do and don't enjoy.
And there's the cute factor...
Socks has so much character. He remains as playful now as he was when he arrived. He's so very loving, greeting me with kisses and loud purrs when he returns home after gallivanting around the garden and neighbourhood.
He's also stubborn as a mule - when he wants cuddles, nothing will stand in his way. He makes it clear when it's time for me to take a break from knitting or writing by sitting directly on top of my hands and refusing to move!
He shows intelligence by having completely different relationships with both Cameron and I - going to Cameron when he wants to play games and to me for cuddles and love. He's also very aware that I'm the leader of the household - if there's an issue, like his water bowl being knocked over or something blocking his way, he goes out of his way to communicate with me to sort it out. I didn't realise that cats differentiated or really noticed these things as long as they're well fed but he shows signs of being very clever.
The tender moments when he completely trusts me - sprawled out over me, legs stretched long, relaxed and calm while I stroke his belly - are such an honour.
It's hard to believe this was less than a year ago.