Some of you probably don’t know about Kitty. Back when I first came home from the hospital six years ago this month, I didn’t know anyone here, who I was, or most anything about my past. If you think about that for a moment, you might realize a situation like that doesn’t give a person much of a connection to anyone. And over those first weeks you learn whether the people are people you want to be connected with.
For me, I was saved. Not by a person, but by a very tiny cat.
This is her way back then, after she and I got to know each other. I saw her in the tree line around the house and guilted someone into feeding her, or him as I thought she was at the time.
I would eat my lunch on the porch to get to natural light and fresh air each day and Kitty, as I oh so creatively named her (What else would you expect from an author of one Historical Fiction book about the British Navy and Pirates, and a short story for an anthology about magical realism?) would come and sit near me or play and even let me rub her tummy, which shows you how happy she was.
Well eventually Kitty earned a new name from the rest of the house.
You might guess it. Mama Kitty. That’s how they spell momma. But yes, the little hussy gave us Spunky, Fluffy, and Cautious. Sadly on Kitty and Fluffy are with us now. As for Cautious? We have no clue. But Spunky, it’s believed a Coyote may have led to his disappearance, as there were a lot of such cases during that time. But here are some Spunky pictures. He was a funny and adventurous guy/
Kitty isn’t as loving as she used to be. I think the kits wore her out. She was and is a great mother. She not so long ago adopted another son named Tiger. She even holds him down and bathes his ears for him. I’ll share photos soon, if I can get one. Here is Kitty now, just a few days ago. As you can see, she has become quite the little lady. And I mean little. She actually has the tiniest head of any cat I’ve seen. In person she is so delicate looking. Several months ago she disappeared. We were so worried. She finally showed up, starving, smaller, and the fur on the right side of her face had been ripped off. The thought is she was trapped somewhere, either by accident or on purpose, and she was able to finally escape. She’s good now and as pretty as ever.
She looks like a beautiful soul Ronovan, so lovely you found each other 🙂🐈
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Great story on Cat day. Thanks for sharing.
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Kitty is indeed beautiful ❤
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Maybe it’s because of their independence that we get so much comfort from cats—if the cat can do it, so can I type of thing.
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Yeah, and you know that when they do come up to you or just hang out around you, they mean it. It’s not like with dogs.
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Ah, you’re a true cat person. I have dog and cats. I know that if I ever got too sick to get up and feed them, the cats would wait so long then they’d start to eat me alive. The dog would lie by the side of the bed and starve to death. But I love them all 🙂
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Before my accident, I wasn’t a cat person. I didn’t not like cats, they just weren’t around me growing up. Just Shelties. The miniature Collies. But then it just all changed. I guess things happen when they happen for a reason.
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I think we have our eyes opened for one reason or another, look at things from a different perspective. It’s probably true that everything has depths that we never discover unless we observe.
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