Tuesday was exactly four years to the day that my mum and I went to pick up little Pixie, my tabby tortie, tiger cat. I remember the day well, probably because good days weren't really happening at all for me that year. I remember watching breakfast at tiffanys, while she was fast asleep on my lap on her first day with us. I was so happy. I believe it's true to say, that day was a turning point in my mental state after not long being diagnosed with ME. I'd spent the last 9 months in a living hell with my hopes and dreams in pieces at my feet. I was a heart broken mess. Some might think it silly, but this tiny ball of fur slowly helped me to pick up the pieces. She became my shadow, meowing in distress if I left her alone, before long we became almost inseparable. I'm so thankful for the company and her love, especially in times when I can't bare to be around other humans as they're just too draining. I love my cat Alfie just as much, he's a wise old thing with the ability to look deep inside you with his big eyes. He is a sensitive soul, and I'm sure he knows when I'm upset, there's been many a time that he's come to comfort me. Alfie looks after himself though, and isn't indoors as much as Pixie. I think it was the dependency that Pixie has for me, that helped me to get to where I am today. I don't know where I would be without them both. So to them, my two beauties, I am truely thankful.