For Christmas, I had one simple wish. I wanted a fish. That was the plan. The universe had other ideas. I pictured a little tank beside my bed, Tiny fins dancing through the blue. I had the perfect name already waiting, A dream that I thought would come true. My mom just laughed and shook her head, Said I needed something less ordinary. While I imagined bubbles in the water, She was planning a different story. A box appeared beneath the lights, Nothing went the way I thought it would. Instead of scales, instead of a bowl, Instead of watching circles all day long, I got a cat with a wild little soul, And somehow everything went wrong right. I gave her the name I’d saved for a fish, A name that somehow fit her perfectly. Bubbles wasn’t what I expected, But she became exactly what I need. She races through the hallway like a storm, Claims every corner as her own. Guards the windows like a tiny queen, Acting like she’s sitting on a throne. Visitors don’t get the warmest welcome, She’s never been a fan of crowded rooms. She’ll stare them down from across the house, Like she’s deciding all their doom. She’s dramatic. She’s chaotic. She definitely thinks she owns me. Honestly… She might be right. Yet when the day grows quiet and slow, She’s always curled up close to me. Purring through the silence of the evening, The sweetest side nobody else can see. Every scratch behind her ears is treasured, Every sleepy blink feels genuine. The fish I wanted stayed imaginary, But I’m so glad this cat walked in. Instead of scales, instead of a bowl, I found a friend with attitude and grace. A little maniac with a giant heart, Who somehow turned this house into her place. The name meant for another Christmas wish Found a home where it was meant to be. Bubbles wasn’t what I asked for, But she’s the best surprise life gave to me.
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