I have never owned a cat. Well, a living cat but four months ago my sister found a feral mother and her kittens. With some of my help, we took them in and one of them just so happened to look like a toy I have had since I was one. So we named this little kitten Buttons.
My sister was determined that I should have this kitten because of the rough time I was going through. She knew that this sweet little tomcat would help me just as the toy Buttons helped me as a child.
At first we thought Buttons was a girl and at around four months…. we found out she was a he.
It makes sense because the toy Buttons was a boy as well. I like to joke that the toy was incarnated because of the rough time I was going through, like the toy needed to take action. It’s working. Day by day I feel a little bit better when I spend time with him. It helps that he snuggles like a dog and loves to sleep near me. He isn’t just a snugglebug, though. Buttons is very playful and will attack my arm when he wants to play. His favorite conquest is my St. Michael’s medal I wear on my scapular.
Buttons is my sweet, playful snugglebug.