TGIF

I was thinking I may need a new cat.

Miss Kitty, (while having been an able muse for my writings for some time), was failing to provide much inspiration.

Before and during her illness and recovery she had provided much fodder for what comprised my writing “career”.

Since I’ve been sick however, she has done little to inspire me.

Perhaps, I thought, a second cat was needed for some drama, or even, (God forbid), a dog.

Lord knows I need stuff to write about and Missy has just been here.

She hasn’t done much of anything but be present.

The old feeding and attention schedule has been thrown out the window somehow, replaced by a willingness to eat whenever I get up to feed her.

In a seeming rebellion against what it means to be truly a cat, she eats whatever I put in front of her.

Sleeping is a challenge for me and she no longer demands I rise at her whim.

Instead, when I get up multiple times a night for water or medicine she gets up and sits with me until I lay back down.

During the day she stays closer to the house then usual, checking in and checking on me regularly.

She has been a bit more affectionate than usual, but not so much as to embarrass either of us.

There is no drama, no strife, nothing spiritual, to write about.

Nothing… except everything.

I do not know how or why, but this cat knows I’m sick.

This cat also knows there is nothing she can do about that sickness, so she’s doing what she can do.

She’s here.

She’s present.

She wants me to know she loves me.

While that may be nothing to write about, it means more to me than anything I’ve written.

It brings comfort and no small amount of joy.

There is no need to get a new cat, another cat, or (God forbid), a dog.

There is a need to learn to be as good a friend to others as Miss Kitty is to me.

She’s shown me how.

Make your own application…