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| Stray Cat View. |
For two days it has been snowing where I live. I stare out the window
and enjoy the view.
It seems to be windy and chilly, and I am not begging to go out there…
In a couple of weeks, it will be 10 years since I found Mamma.
10 years. For about 8 months (or it coulda been a year, I am not sure about the timing), I was a street cat before she let me in to her warm farmhouse. I am very blessed.
My breed on average lives 12-15 years, I do not know if that is because of heart conditions (typical ailment of my kind) – as that seems very young to me. We are meant to endure weather conditions, but it sounds like not for very long. Sad to know it is imminent. I think of Nonno Tony – my mamma’s father. He is 74 years old, and still so active and energetic. He too has a sickness, and it doesn’t let him down, it doesn’t stop him from working every day as a carpenter – he enjoys it. He is my inspiration to take my medicines, to exercise daily a little, and to make sure my mamma is happy.
For example: I jump on her head in the early morning and wake her. I lick her forehead if she doesn’t fully wake upon my jump. She says “no” and “stop” but always follows both words with loving pets, so I continue to lick her and paw her hair until she says, “no” and “stop” again so that I can get a few minutes of those fabulous pets before she falls back to sleep. If I feel restless, even if it is 4:30 or so in the morning, I pat her head again with my paw, and if that doesn’t stir her from her slumber, I will lick her forehead again, or move down to her cheek… it is a routine I repeat until I can get into my little nook to be held like a human baby and be pet until she gets out of bed to feed me…
I know this morning ritual makes her very happy.
I do not mind when it snows, it forces her to stay home, and that makes me very happy.
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| A little robin outside my window. |
