A Cat’s Purr
I love to hear a cat
purr. I find it so relaxing and
gentle. Could almost put me to
sleep.
We have a number (I will not
say-smile) of cats. All different. All wonderful. All with their own personal purr and
meow. I feel blessed they are in my
life. They have helped me through many a
dark day since John passed.
Bailey is probably the
most laid back of all of them. I wish I
could be that way if even for just a day.
He seems to take everything in stride.
Now mind you, he sleeps most of the day! I’ve never had a cat that sleeps
so much. Not much seems to faze Bailey.
He reminds me of Eeyore from Winnie the Pooh. Just goes about his merry way and sometimes
looks up in surprise to find people living in the house with him!
This card I made
yesterday. I love the vintage image and
the cat on it of course. The cat reminds
me slightly of Miss Dixie (another one of the kids here).
Recently I’ve started carrying
my keys in my pocket. I don’t want to
lock myself out! Without John here there
is no one to let me in. I suppose I need
to give a spare to a neighbor. With my
luck they’d be gone the day I locked myself out. I remember the day we lost John’s keys. It was such a funny moment (previously posted
on the blog). Since I’m outside a lot taking care of the flowers I planted I’ve started carrying the keys in my
pocket…. but I lose them all the time. Seriously.
I go to get them from the key rack... they aren’t there. I check my purse…. nope not there either. I check the counter in the kitchen. I check the floor by the key rack. Someone has stolen the keys!! I look everywhere but… my hip pocket. Sigh. New habits take a while to get used to.
Until next time,
Hannah