Kitty: Love You Can Hold
Forty Christmases ago, my mom gave me Kitty—a small, handmade stuffed animal cat. We didn’t have much money back then. I still remember opening this present—Kitty was folded inside a tiny box. It wasn’t something bought from a store; it was sewn together by my mom’s own hands, probably late at night after I’d gone to bed.
To me, Kitty was perfect. From that Christmas on, it became my constant companion. Kitty has been with me through every chapter of life—it came with me to college, tagged along on every vacation, and moved with me from place to place. It’s seen new cities, new beginnings, heartbreaks, triumphs, and quiet, ordinary days that made up my life.
Kitty isn’t just a toy—it’s a witness. A keeper of secrets, a source of comfort, and a piece of my soul I’ve never had to explain.
Getting it tattooed on me wasn’t just about preserving a childhood memory. It was about honoring the love that created it, the loyalty it’s shown me, and the reminder that even the smallest, simplest things can carry the most meaning.
Kitty is love you can hold—and now, it’s a part of me forever.