An Ode to PJ

pj was my cat...and i miss him...my driver got him for me when i was in 7th grade, he was only about 3 weeks old then and his mother had died...stayed with me for 1 and half yrs....during that time he grew into a lazy cat that always made me happy, no matter how crappy my life was during those years. he was a domestic cat, no special breed, white with light brown patches...even my father took to him, mr. no-pets-in-the-house....my mother wasn't too overjoyed when he decided to used the mattress under her bed everytime he had an upset stomach...atleast it was better then my school bag...i remember having to look at that pink and yellow bag and pj's artwork in there....now it's just funny. me and him had a very open communication...i knew what he wanted, he knew what i was thinking...i would pat my stomach and he would jump on it and get ready for a belly-rub...i could feel him purr when i scratched him behind his ears...and even though a part of him hated me for giving him baths, i think he was happy with me. i watched him grow and he watched me...i thought i lost him for a while when we moved into a new house...he kept running away, and then one time he was gone for a month...and then one night we were sitting at the dinner table, clearing up, when i heard a "meow" from the terrace...and i recognized it and ran towards him...he was soiled and had wet cement lodged in his mouth, but i didnt care, i hugged him weeping with joy...even my family was overjoyed...i took care of him and fed him right, he had become very weak, but regained his strength soon enough. i used to watch him flirt with this black cat next door...i think they were lovers. when my father told me we were moving abroad, i was insistent that we take pj along too...he was part of the family, my baby, and i couldn't leave him. but there was nothing i could do, so we moved out to stay with my aunt in her apartment for a while and pj would roam around outside and then come back to her place for food...but then he started coming back less often...and then one day just never returned. these apartments were close to where my driver lived, where he was born, and i imagine he found his brothers and sisters, and maybe started a family of his own. he was the greatest cat one could ever have.