Reynaldo's poor health has cast such a shadow over my days that I often forget to appreciate my girlcat, Connie. She has always been just the sweetest cat. No diva to her whatsoever. Just love.
She had a rough start to her life. She was one of (at least) 11 cats kept by a well-meaning but clearly dotty cat hoarder in Indiana. When that shelter couldn't take them all, she was shipped over to a shelter here. She was in terrible shape from the abysmal care she'd received: pregnant with a litter of dead kittens, eyes cloudy and runny and light sensitive, gums bloody.
It took some work but now she's a bright-eyed sun worshipper, happy to sit on the window sill and mew at the leaves and birds that go by. And ceaselessly affectionate, both with Reynaldo and me. This evening, I woke up from a nap to see Connie curled up on the pillow beside me. When she saw I'd awakened, she began purring very loud.
Her soul is so simple and loving, it brings me great happiness to provide her with a comfortable, safe life.
|My Cubs throw is a favorite of Connie's|
Each day in August you are to
post about something that makes *you* happy. Pretty simple. And, it
doesn't even have to be every day if you don't want it to be. It's a
great way to remind ourselves that there are positive things going on in
our lives, our communities, and the world.