(no subject)
My Charlie is being very lovey dovey tonight; lots of hugs and kisses. My cat, that is. Which is probably rather pathetic, it being my cat as opposed to a guy I'm getting snuggled up with on a Friday night, but - who cares? They say live life; at the moment, this is how I'm living mine. I was thinking how, I had "saved" him; wondering where he would now be had I not picked him off the streets and made him mine, and then I realised, with both him and Perdi (his "wife" - they had 4 kittens before I managed to get them desexed) that I felt more like they had saved me. Not from anything, just ... well, they came into my life when I really needed them; when I couldn't have handled another human relationship with anyone new, and they loved me and I had the responsibility of caring for them and loving them and ... I just feel there's this connection ... that, because of their history as being dumped and possibly abused, and me being the one who's cared for and loved them, that they love me and would never leave. God, it DOES sound like a human relationship ... but I mean, since I have to keep them inside for a week or so so they don't try to "find their way home", they will stay.
And my godmother; a very spiritual person [okay, we're all spiritual, I know, but she's very in tune with her spirituality] said that cats "home" or base themselves with their servant [cats don't have owners] and ... yeah ...
Loving it here, in Tassie, in my own home [okay, unit] and the beauty of the place and ... I'm in love with it all. Very happy.
And my godmother; a very spiritual person [okay, we're all spiritual, I know, but she's very in tune with her spirituality] said that cats "home" or base themselves with their servant [cats don't have owners] and ... yeah ...
Loving it here, in Tassie, in my own home [okay, unit] and the beauty of the place and ... I'm in love with it all. Very happy.