My Buddy

If I had known about your silent meows and the way you lick your paw and then clean your face with it, I never would have sprayed you with the garden hose the first day we met.

If I had known that you look like a little chunky panther as you run down the hall, when you hear a can opening, I never would have had the plumber pick you up and take you back outside when you managed to dart in through the open door.

If I had known you would lay on my chest at night and make biscuits as you purred loudly, I wouldn't have closed the curtains on you at night when you asked to come inside.

If I had known that we would be best buddies, I would have brought you inside on day one instead of day twenty-one.

If I had known.