Finding the joy in every day. 5/27/24
When I was a kid, every Christmas brought ‘cat presents’, it delighted me. I’ve been a cat person most of my life. Many of my life stories revolve around cats; the time Blotche went for a ride in the canoe on top of the car; the cat I found wrapped in a paper bag, beaten, left to die in the garbage can; the found kitten on the Hazleton bridge; the cat I rescued from a dog’s mouth; the cat I rescued that was hung from a picket fence; the cat that was abandoned after a car accident; the cat that adopted me at the rescue centre by crawling up the leg of my pants: deaf cats, diabetic cats, three legged cats, sick cats; I loved them all.
My cat Frederick Murdoch lived with me for 24 years. I still hear him calling to me and sometimes dream of him. So many memories of unconditional love and joy.
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