"Life is but one dog more?" Mine did. It used to annoy me, for some reason. I suppose that I was fearful of her leaving me. But for her, it was true. There came a time when there were no more dogs, and she died. This is childish logic...but I bring it up because somehow dog and cat lovers feel this way. We always want one in our lives.
They give us love; we give them love. Very simple...
For me, it has been a succession of cats--Quila, Nikko, Samantha, and, ah! Misty! I remember after Nikko died there was a hole in my soul. My partner was on travel when I said to myself, "I have love to give; I am getting a kitten!" I brought her home on a chill day in the Fall of 2000. Of course, we both loved her. Here she is (above) after having unwrapped a Christmas gift precipitously...it was simply funny and she looks so guilty!
Does your cat play a game like this? I would like to know!
Some years later, around 2005, Misty and Jacuzzi (another wonderful cat who adopted us) moved in with my son, David, in Oella, where she resides now--very happily.
The other night when I had dinner with David in Oella, she appeared on the steps and put her head between the railings--just like the Misty I remember. It took my breath away! Still beautiful at eight years old, still able to put me into a reverie of time and place. My current love is Camilla, but Misty will always be in my heart.
I think my Mother was right after all!