I am exhausted and there are two full days left till the weekend. The skies have been gray all day and the rain hasn't stopped. Finally everyone has left, eager to go home after lessons and I have the house to myself. It should be lonely I suppose, but it isn't. I hear the pitter patter of tiny feet all over the place, oh jeeze I'm talking like a new mum. Well babies have two feet, it's not cats' fault if they got blessed with four. So four times five that makes twenty tiny feet. I still remember four more, gone but not forgotten, Figaro who looks over from Rainbow Bridge. My dear blonde first grandson. It's strange how cats don't talk yet purr their way into your heart. Whoever said cats are selfish.... bugger off. They're like kids, maybe better, they love you always. Probably cats are also the best shrinks in the world. They are so content to lie with you on the couch and listen... for free too. Ben Williams had it right, There is no psychiatrist better than a puppy licking your face. Bravo, he's right. But even our feline friends, there's nothing to perk you up better than finding all your cats waiting for you in single file, all vying to get your attention. Little darlings. God is really good I suppose because He created cats. Lots of them. Good work God. Now please work a little harder in finding them decent loving homes where they can be comfortable and loved as they should be. I wonder what God had in mind when he created cats, maybe he thought they are good companions for the stressed out, and on a day like today, God I am really stressed. Or maybe humans are to God as cats as to humans? I'm risking sounding heretic here, but these soft little creatures teach us a lot.
So it's raining cats and dogs outside... and inside. The best therapy in the world.
So it's raining cats and dogs outside... and inside. The best therapy in the world.
