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Two people have died in this last week. One will probably die in the next few days. None have been personally close to me.
It makes death an object of topic in my mind.
Small little ball of lovey fur. She won't live forever. And all I can think is that I need to love her more NOW, so that later if she's gone, I'll have made up for the love lost. But I can't really think of a way to love her more. She sleeps now in my lap, purring.
I go to take out my camera and she meows. With a sleepy face, she paws at the camera strap. She wakes enough to get some love. I take a picture, she moves to the bed and curls up at the foot on a blanket, waiting for me to join her.
Love is all you need.
Tonight she walked across my desk. Normally this is not a problem. However I was painting today. I grabbed the cat right away and checked her paws. .... Oil paint everywhere. I had to scrub her paws with turpentine. When she thought the punishment was over, I had to soap her down to get off the toxic chemicals. Then I had to wash down her paws to get off the soap. Little kitty, if only you didn't lick your paws.... Or walk in oil paint. Either way.
When the water was turned off, and she was removed from the washtub, I put her on the ground and toweled her down. Her panicked terrorized meows turn to soft meows of her usual conversation. And she begins to purr.
Bad feelings aside, when I left the laundry room and went back to my bedroom, she followed along. Content none-the-less to be with me.
Love is all you need.
It makes death an object of topic in my mind.
Small little ball of lovey fur. She won't live forever. And all I can think is that I need to love her more NOW, so that later if she's gone, I'll have made up for the love lost. But I can't really think of a way to love her more. She sleeps now in my lap, purring.
I go to take out my camera and she meows. With a sleepy face, she paws at the camera strap. She wakes enough to get some love. I take a picture, she moves to the bed and curls up at the foot on a blanket, waiting for me to join her.
Love is all you need.
Tonight she walked across my desk. Normally this is not a problem. However I was painting today. I grabbed the cat right away and checked her paws. .... Oil paint everywhere. I had to scrub her paws with turpentine. When she thought the punishment was over, I had to soap her down to get off the toxic chemicals. Then I had to wash down her paws to get off the soap. Little kitty, if only you didn't lick your paws.... Or walk in oil paint. Either way.
When the water was turned off, and she was removed from the washtub, I put her on the ground and toweled her down. Her panicked terrorized meows turn to soft meows of her usual conversation. And she begins to purr.
Bad feelings aside, when I left the laundry room and went back to my bedroom, she followed along. Content none-the-less to be with me.
Love is all you need.