Once upon a time, there was a little grey kitten that had the biggest, bluest, truest blue eyes you've ever seen in the whole wide world.  I loved him more than anything.  I held him when I woke up.  I stroked his soft fur as I drifted to sleep.  I wanted him to stay a kitten, you know.  But kittens have a way of growing up and then they don't quite need you like they did when they were little. 

      Looking into his soft blue eyes, I tell him my deepest secrets.  He always listens and never interrupts.  He is a very polite cat and has the best manners of anyone I know.  He always washes up before he eats and then grooms himself again.  I couldn't bear to lose my sweet kitten.  I hug him tightly to me and he squirms.  Then I let him lie quietly in my lap while I listen to his purring. 

      When I must be away for awhile, I know my sweet kitten misses me.  I've been told he searches every room looking for me.  Then he finds something with my smell on it and lies atop it until I get home.  When we are reunited, I feel blessed.