Family Photos: How one little cat changed our lives

Love, like chocolate, comes in many forms. Sometimes it’s rich and thick. Other times, it’s sticky and messy. Still other times, it’s sweet and satisfying. You never know where you’ll find it. After my father died, I craved love (and actual chocolate, but that’s a topic for another column). Little did I know my family would find hope and solace in the unlikeliest of places. I kept waiting for a sign from my father – one of those earth-shattering moments like a lightning bolt from the sky in which I felt his presence and knew he was watching over us. My moment didn’t come crashing down from the sky. And it didn’t come as a feeling that my father was close by, either. Instead, my guardian angel came in the form of a tiny, orange tom cat.

But we soon learned that no magic wand could give us an instruction manual on caring for this creature. We felt like new parents bringing an infant home from the hospital. This time, our baby was small (6 pounds), with green and yellow piercing eyes, delicate paws and a shiny coat of pumpkin-colored fur. I called him a little fur ball as he curled up in the corner the second we entered the house. Those eyes dilated, darting around the room looking for something, anything, familiar. As he planted himself behind the couch, we spent the evening trying to coax him out. But he stood firm. He was scared. We were scared. Finally, I realized, my family and Harry had something in common, even if it was something small.

Life moved at that snail’s pace for the next couple weeks. Harry spent most of his time feeling us out from the comforts of my bedroom closet. From his cozy little nook under a desk chair, he’d poke his head out whenever we came in the room. As we crouched down on the floor next to him, his eyes studied us intensely, trying to decide who exactly we were. But it was clear he had no intention of moving from that spot. He just wasn’t ready yet, so we remained ever patient and gave him all the time he needed.

While we waited for Harry to warm to us, we jumped headfirst into this cat-owning business. We went to Petco to get everything we thought he’d need: dry and wet food, toys, a pillow bed. And the big treat: a $90 cat condo that would eventually become his bachelor pad. On the inside, though, we were just as scared as Harry. This was completely new territory for us, but something just kept us moving forward, like an invisible hand guiding us along on this new path our lives began to follow.

Then one day, everything changed. Things just clicked all of a sudden. Instead of hiding in the closet, Harry started following us all around the house. He became our little shadow. I’d be washing the dishes, and there he’d be, perched on the sink right next to me. Or I’d be sitting at the computer trying to get some writing done, and Harry would sit atop the monitor, those eyes glued to my every keystroke.

We’ve cared for Harry, but he’s taught us so much in return. Cats eat when they’re hungry. They spend lazy days relaxing in the sun. They sleep when they want. And they find an endless source of amusement in the simple things, like a ball of string. Harry likes to sit on our kitchen table and stare longingly out the window. Everything seems so new to him, so fresh, and he looks as if he’s watching his own private television. He simply enjoys life, no strings attached. We’d all be a lot happier if we adopted the innocence of cats.

We were a perfect match. Harry came into our lives so unexpectedly and changed it in extraordinary ways. In our quest to give Harry a home, he gave us one in his own cat-like way. We all were looking for a place of peaceful comfort to heal our hearts and souls, and we found it in each other. I picture my father looking down on us and smiling; he would have loved Harry. A little cat saved us, but something tells me my father had a hand in our healing as well. I can’t help but think that Harry was meant to be our cat. He sometimes walks past that closet now. It’s almost as if he remembers that place, like he knows that’s where he started his journey. We’re still on our journey, but we’re enjoying the scenery, thanks to our little orange fur ball.