Rye

Rye's story

I found you after an early frost. Your siblings didn't survive and your mother was no longer interested. I didn't think you would make it but that didn't stop me from my two hour round the clock care. I remember being so exhausted and falling asleep with you in your first (of many) basket(s) at my feet. You had climbed up my legs and situated yourself in the crook of my neck. That became your favorite place to sleep, even though you became too big and decided sleeping on my face was the next best thing. It was the best kind of love, even if it was literal smothering. I loved watching your face zen out when I scratched your little arm pitties. How you had to help in all my art projects..... including hiding the scissors under your fuzzy mass. Going for walks and people commenting on how awesome you are. Playing tag and hide and seek with that horribly ugly purple curtain that you love. Setting aside cat safe bits of food on my plate for you. Having you help me cook in the kitchen too. Seeing you get so excited when I made Mr Slithers, then Senior and Jr Slithers, and finally Master Slithers. 🐍