Note: I followed the prompt and decided to post all three stages, because there’s just too much love in every word I wrote. It’s very close to me.

Step 1

Once upon a time a little kitty was noticed by a human
while crawling to reach the end of its play pen
across her brothers and sisters, relentlessly.
The human left, without the kitty knowing it was there.
The kitty grew, and the human came again. The kitty felt
that it was her human, her eyes were asking where it’s been.
The human put a ribbon on the kitty, and left again.
And kitty worried, but he knew. The human must be back!
More humans came, put ribbons on her siblings, left again.
But when the kitty was a few months old, her human came, and took her home.

Step 2

Once upon a time a little kitty was noticed by a human
while crawling to reach the end of its play pen
across her brothers and sisters, relentlessly.
The human loved her style,
such strength and such determination.
It felt that they were kindred souls.
The human left, without the kitty knowing it was there.
She reached the edge, the goal complete.
She fell asleep, as kitties do so often at that age.
The kitty grew, and the human came again. The kitty felt
that was her human, her eyes were asking where it’s been.
Her siblings paid no mind, just stumbling all around
the play pen or the litter box. But kitty sat alert,
maintaining gaze on her human-to-be (she was sure).
The human put a ribbon on the kitty, and left again.
And kitty worried, but he knew. The human must be back!
She’s marked, she’s his. The little string around her neck.
So thin and pink, left there by her human.
More humans came, put ribbons on her siblings, left again.
The days went by, both fast and slow, but when the kitty was
a few months old, her human came, and took her home.

Step 3

Once upon a time a little kitty was noticed by a human
while crawling to reach the end of its play pen.
The human loved her style,
such strength and such determination.
The human left, without the kitty knowing it was there.
The kitty grew, and the human came again. The kitty felt
that was her human, her eyes were asking where it’s been.
Her siblings paid no mind, just stumbling all around
the play pen or the litter box. But kitty sat alert.
The human put a ribbon on the kitty, and left again.
She’s marked, she’s his. The little string around her neck.
The days went by, both fast and slow, but when the kitty was
a few months old, her human came, and took her home.