“In ancient times cats were worshipped as gods. They have not forgotten this.”
We were gone for just five days. Not a lifetime. The staff at the local vet clinic graciously looked in on our two cats twice a day, checking on their food, water, and sanity. The staff even fed the outdoor cat that adopted us about two years ago. All was well?
Upon our return our two indoor cats did not declare us anathema. In fact, they vied for a place on my lap, sometimes jumping one on top of the other in an attempt to re-establish their place.
They followed me incessantly. Lucy, the small cat of the pair, took things one step further. She decided that not only did she need to see me, but I needed to see her. She claimed a spot on my desk while I worked.
Yes, Lucy is a black cat
Would that there were people in our lives who adored us with such devotion. Maybe we could become the adorers. No, I’m not going to perch on the side of my husband’s desk. I do have standards. Low, but all mine.
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.