Last night I laid in bed and sobbed. I missed the boy terribly. I grabbed his sweater and his pillow and buried my face in them, squeezing tightly.
My cat walked up onto my back. She began vigorously licking my cheek at about the same time one of her claws started digging into my shoulder blade. Sandpaper tongue and needle-sharp claw.
"No, Nina!" I yelled at her through a sob. "Get down!"
She stood there for a moment, perfectly still, as if deciding what to do. I buried my face and resumed crying.
Then, the sweetest and most surprising thing happened. She layed down, right there on my back, rested her chin next to my ear, purred gently, and kneaded my shoulder with her paw, without using claws. It was like a reassuring embrace. Everything's going to be okay.
Within a few minutes I stopped crying and relaxed. She fell asleep on me, and she stayed there until I moved my arms out from under my body. Then she curled up next to me, against my belly, and we both slept.
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3 comments:
Awwwwwwwww.
And you have to believe everything is going to be okay. Have faith that things may still work out.
Cats are amazing creatures, aren't they?
When the boy and Wooly were sick, our cat stayed with each of them as if his little body laying up against them might help make them feel better.
You know what? I think it did.
Hello sunshine.
Just popping by to see how you're doing.
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