All your very caring messages have meant so much to me, thank you. It is now just over 5 weeks and there are those who think I need a new little companion to help with the healing process. I know in my heart I am not ready. But I allowed my self to think perhaps they were right when I saw a photo of an orange tabby for adoption in the newspaper. It said Jack was lovable and loved life, and even though he hadn't had a happy life, he was optimistic. I began to think perhaps we needed each other. I visited the animal shelter on Mon., met Jack and he was indeed a handsome fellow and friendly enough, but there was no chemistry between us. I held several cats in my arms -- I was looking for a sign, and didn't find one -- some reached their paw out of the cage toward me, which broke my heart. It was just too painful and I broke down and had to leave.
I was reminded of the day I went to choose a kitten almost 8 years ago. I was referred by a friend to someone who had 3 to give away to good homes. The girl had brought them from the country to her apt. and I arranged to meet her there to see the kittens. When we arrived, the 3 kittens (2 female and 1 male) were sitting on a sofa watching TV. They were not huddled together for company or comfort, but rather seemed to prefer their own space. The male (all white) sat on the far arm of the sofa, one of his sisters sat in the middle of the sofa, and the other sister sat on the arm nearest where I stood. When I approached the sofa, the male immediately got up (as any good gentleman would do) but proceeded to turn his back on me and sat down again with his back to me. The female in the centre jumped up and ran and hid under a chair. But the other little one nearest me took one look at me, lowered her head and looked at me sideways and rolled over on her back, in an endearing way, exposing her beautiful white furry tummy for me to tickle. The girl said she had never seen her do this before. I spoke to the kitten as I stroked her tummy and asked her if she would like to come and live with me and she went into contortions of delight. I had gone that day to choose a kitten, but I left that day being the one chosen. She had chosen me. I returned the following day to take her home, and as I look back at my calendar for that date, August 7, 1996-- the entry merely reads "Missy came".
Little did I know what her coming would mean to my life. And of course now, I will wait to be chosen again.
Missy's Mom
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