TGIF

The door was open and the frigid air was overtaking my electric blanket quickly.

That wasn’t what troubled me, not what awoke me…that’s been a normal thing every winter since Miss Kitty adopted me.

What troubled me was that Miss Kitty was not asleep at my side but had opened the door and left.

She had not done so in weeks.

She had spent all day and all night sleeping on the bed as she recovered from a fractured pelvis, often with the help of pain killers.

She could only walk a few feet without laying down, couldn’t jump at all, and was helpless to defend herself.

For her sake we had been inseparable.

She took all her meals in my bed.

When she needed to use the “restroom” I carried her outside and patiently waited for her to overcome the pain enough to do her business, then carried her back in.

Sometimes I would carry her out and just sit in the sun with her…she is an outdoor cat and needed that comfort.

At night she would get as close as possible and sleep without moving

She had gone mute through the ordeal…no purrs, or meows, or chirps from what had been the most “verbal cat” I’ve ever had.

Now she was outside somewhere in the dark and cold and unable to tell me where.

If it’s cold for you, it’s cold for them, and I was freezing.

Just as I was pulling on my sweats to go find her, she walked in, jumped on the bed, and let forth a hearty “MEOW!”

That was her way of announcing “I’m ok now”.

Since then, she goes in and out as usual, jumps on my lap and jumps on the bed….just a tad more gingerly than before.

She roams the neighborhood speaking with the other cats or simply sitting in one of her “hideouts” with the sun on her face.

I’m beyond happy and grateful that she’s recovering and feeling like her old, ornery independent, self.

Except…I miss having  her always around.

Because she needed me to be, we have been together constantly.

We learned to trust each other in ways that we never had before.

Now, I’m just part of a much broader feline life.

I’ve been praying that God would deliver me from the need to spend every moment counting on Him.

I’ve learned to trust Him…because I had no other choice.

He has been my constant companion.

It’s never dawned on me that this may be the only way I’ll spend any time with Him.

It still hasn’t dawned on me that He may actually enjoy my company.

I’m a “cat person” in more ways than one…

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