I’m still fuming over the wanton and ridiculous wrecking of our language. Replacing “mother” with “gestational parent”, etc.
If Peep were here, I could tell her all about it.
I used to tell all my troubles to Peep. She was always there for me–I could share anything with her. She loved me without reservations. I was her world. I was never such a big deal to anyone. Ever.
In 2009, I had a bout of pneumonia. The EMS took me out in the ambulance, and Peep was sitting under the dining area table. She watched all these strangers in boots (it was snowing out) take me away.
When I came back, she stuck to my side for the rest of her life.
If I went upstairs to the bathroom, she followed me. I’m sure she thought there was a secret door somewhere up there, where I might sneak out. Or maybe those bad guys in boots were up there, waiting to take me away again.
I will get another cat as soon as I am able.
I just have to find my feet, first. My situation right now is too iffy to make an important decision like that.
But I sure miss that little girl.
Have a good night, all.
See you tomorrow.
God bless everybody.
Patty
No one can take the true measure of a cat. Words do not suffice. Dogs are way up there, too.
You are so very right, Michele. They are one of God’s gifts to us.
As darkness falls, my cat usually finds her way to my favorite chair. There’s room for both of us, and she likes to spend the quiet hours of the evening near wherever I am. She’s a real comfort to me. People think of cats as cold and emotionless, but I see them as full of emotion. When she’s sitting next to me, it’s obvious that she feels like she can relax.
When the time is right, there will be a cat available. Make it a matter of prayer; I did when I got my cat.
I know you understand. The time will come.