Little story about Tiger the cat.... He sleeps all day, alone, in the utility room. He's not been happy with the 2 dogs, rabbit and cat that moved back in last March. He always looks sad and lonely. Lately, I've been taking him into our bedroom and he soaks up the love, massages my arm to thank me, and is in pure joy. Of course I have to let him out before I retire for the night, but he has really been getting some one on one touchy lovey time. Yesterday, I opened it to head to the kitchen and start working in there. That little stinker flew in the bedroom like he owned the place. He went right under the bed of all places. Later one daughter, and myself, tried to find him. No cat to be seen and not anywhere in the house. I was stumped. Then later.... I noticed a lump under the bed quilt. Ha ha ha! He crawled under there and got his little cozy spot, so I left him there, and just kept checking the bedroom. Poo...
Inklings from the Farmhouse, embracing balance and new beginnings.