The letter C…
What is it you want when you are not feeling well? When I was growing up, I remember at a young age being held by my Mom. I would cuddle up next to her on the couch and she could often soothe me to sleep. As an adult I still felt that need for a cuddle if I was sick or having a bad day. That is when I turned back to something else in my childhood. We always had cats. I remember four different ones that we had from the seventies to the eighties. When I moved from home, I had cats throughout my adult life. One I will never forget was given to me by a good friend and he was my cuddly cat. He slept in my lap a lot as I began to deal with my depression and anxiety diagnosis and later my fibromyalgia. He always knew when I needed a cuddle. Unfortunately, I lost him to ketoacidosis.
Right now, there are two cats in my life. One I have had almost 10 years now. And one that we just rescued from the shelter and is about 2 years old we think. Sadly, these cats don’t get me like my Stumpy cat did. The spoiled little princess has my boyfriend wrapped around her little paw. The new boy is still adjusting to home. I worry he was abused before as he is very skittish, so it is something special when he does lay on my lap or by my feet.
I am sure you have figured out by now my C of gratitude goes to (cuddly) cats.