“If you only go through life doing things that are easy, shame on you.”
I picked up the cats from my son’s family. My amazing daughter-in-law and three of the grandchildren accompanied the puzzled cats on their journey across the state. We met at a Culver’s and made the transfer from their carrier to my carriers.
The cats, Lo and Behold, serenaded me, tried to reason with me, and wept bitterly for the first part of the one hour plus journey to their new home. Once home, they both found respective hiding places. Lo, the little female cat, found a perch under my husband’s desk.
Yes, it’s dusty down there. Get over it. I certainly did.
Her brother, Behold, barely hid. He came out with just a bit of coaxing. A few hours later, with no coaxing, he joined me in bed.
Behold loves being scratched. He also loves the collection of cat toys we scattered around the living room. He ate and used the litter box. In the morning he greeted me, talking and walking underfoot. Tripping over a cat first thing in the morning is a good way to quickly snap to attention. I am so smitten.
They’re spending their second day under our bed. I think he’s keeping his sister company and telling her that it’s really safe to come out. Maybe. You see, I think I’m turning into a crazy cat lady. There are worse things in life.
Loveya – The Grandma
Artist, African hand drum student, yoga neophyte, and Grandmother of 22 or so grandchildren. I enjoy cooking and writing. I value good friends and quiet times for reading.