My girls have been my rocks. Before and especially since my ex husband and I decided to end our almost 20 year relationship, they have been by my side. Yes I have amazing, wonderful, friends who have been here for me and still are. To commiserate with me, listen to my complaints, listen to me sob, help me with all my frustrations, give great advice. But when the words won’t come and the phone calls aren’t enough the girls are always here.
When the tears are pouring down my face and even I’m not sure why, there is always a concerned cat somewhere by to cuddle with me and purr. Or just to be in the same room or on the same piece of furniture with me. Making me feel like I’m not actually alone.
They’ve been through a lot in the past year and 1/2, they’ve lost their home, their “dad” and made to endure weekend drives to the cottage (which they love) but that involves a loud, smelly, ferry ride (ON WATER?!?!) and have done it, for the most part uncomplaining. Tabitha, hates the 6am ferry back to Halifax. She tells me so from the minute we land in Pictou to the minute we arrive back at the apartment, 2 hours in case anyone is interested, cat has stamina, I’ll give her that!
Yet they still make sure I’m OK, (of course I am their source of food that hasn’t escaped my notice). They have their routines and lately “girl cuddling” time has become one I like quite a bit. We all pile on the couch around 430-5pm and I work on my computer and they snooze and cuddle with me. Just being close to each other.
Recently when I went to Roatan, Honduras, my friend took care of my place and the girls. They were appropriately admonished to behave, and I told him all the horrible things that could happen. Turned out not to be to bad, only a few “payback” items for me when I returned and he’s named Prairie a “concept” cat, since he never actually saw her. He was so concerned about her that he fed her under the couch,where she was staying while I was away, so she would get her meat everyday.
They say that cats are very empathetic. I know when I’m really down my little one is there snuggling and purring, like she can make me feel better if she just purrs hard enough. Tabitha likes to make sure that we have a cuddle before lights out every night to make sure that she can purr me to sleep as well. In the middle of the night when I wake up, Prairie is the one that tries to put me back to sleep or baring that comes out into the living room with me and snuggles beside me until I decide to come back to bed and really sleep.
Looking at these two little creatures that share their lives with me, I am so grateful for them. They know all my secrets, and will never tell or think less of me for any of them. They’ve seen me at my best and my worst and still love me and want to be with me. Nothing I ever say embarrasses them, although I DO get attitude from Tabitha.
There is a saying I love:
“Dogs have masters….Cat’s have staff”
Mine definitely fit into that category but they’re pretty good to the staff as long as you follow a few simple rules, fresh water every day, lots of kibble, clean litter box, meat and lots of cuddles….but only when they want them, they have to have some decorum, after all they are cats and have a reputation to up hold.
Dreaming Big from the East Coast,
Samantha w/ Tabitha & Prairie