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,