Under one of my end tables sits a wicker basket full of toys. Max does not play - it's beneath him, but in the middle of the night Speckles will pull out her favourite fur mouse and bat it around in the living room. Then she will sit beside it and "howl" and I mean howl. Her meow is high-pitched and loud and wakes me up all the time. Not quite sure what this is but maybe she's announcing to the world that she's killed her prey???? As soon as I get out of bed and pet her, she stops meowing....hmmmmm
Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, champagne in one hand and strawberries in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and screaming WOO HOO - What a Ride!
--unknown
Sometimes the most real things in the world are the things we can't see
--Polar Express
Until one has loved an animal, part of their soul remains unawakened.
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