A near crazy cat lady couldn’t let a month of hapfullness pass by without mentioning cats at least once.
I mean look at this sweet boy.
The face of an angel.
(And just a click away from up close and personal.)
Despite what life has thrown him, Fluffy keeps his heart open and spreads love wherever he goes.
His early days were spent on the streets, protected by a feral mom who knew Fluffy was no match for the tough roads ahead.
She brought him to our house every day for food and water until he was comfortable enough to come on his own.
Whether a warm summer day or -40C, Fluffy eagerly appeared each morning from the kitty condo we built for him. He didn’t sleep there, but he arrived in plenty of time to ensure breakfast was never missed. And cheek scratches when he grew brave enough.
A daily dose of loving is just as important, if not more, as a full belly.
Torn ears remain the only sign from Fluffy’s two years of life on the street.
The tooth puncture wound in his chest, however, is as vivid in my mind as the morning first seen. Perhaps a once in a lifetime defense of his condo because we never saw this lover fight, let alone take a stand.
The November day Fluffy decided to come inside did not lead to the instant life of cushiness one would hope to expect. He spent the next 30 days at the vet while his shots kicked in. The risk to our recovering cancer kitty was too great for a typical integration. Like a trooper, Fluffy patiently waited out his time in the stark crate at the vet, enjoying our daily visits full of scratches and head rubs.
Twelve years hence has been another road traveled of digestive problems, fearing bags, vacuums or anything loud, saying good-bye to his best buddies, and finding himself at the wrong end of a grumpy orange cat.
Yet nothing stops Fluffy from his time in the love. From sunshine to lap sprawling scratches, Fluffy is our angel in fur.
We appreciate his loving way of life even more.
Fluffy came close to saying good-bye to us in the days before Christmas.
A week without eating, a suite of inconclusive tests and two baffled vets left him quickly running out of options.
Only an ultrasound was left to try. Results stumped the third doctor in a row – a never before seen belly full of honeycombed cysts and an odd structure near his colon.
The gift of not knowing is not knowing.
You either attempt on the best gut feel or make never knowing a given.
There is no end to meet, only a new day to embrace.
With a cocktail of drugs, energy work and more love than ever, a 30 day prognosis is nearing nine months later. No science can explain why.
Life flowing from Fluffy spills over onto us.
His angelic face, deep resonating purr, and lap time head rubs remind us daily how lucky we are for Fluffy’s continued fullness of living life.
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Three more links to reflections from the world of cats:
Living Bliss is a jump-in-with-both-feet look at where Life bumps into the everyday – whether at work, play or times in between. Bliss knows no separation in the end. From a deeper dive into the ordinary pops forward the extraordinary life we search for – and has been there waiting for us to be.
Not quite a crazy cat lady – yet? – Lorraine’s insatiable curiosity of life leads her to explore, question and push beyond the box. A self-professed “left-brained creative big picture idea” type, she has an intuitive knack for seeing possibility everywhere and in everyone, and is a moth-to-flame for being part of turning possibility into reality. More of Lorraine’s musings can be found on her blog.