It’s been a really rough week.
I came home tonight, and my cat was waiting for me at the front door as always. I usually take it for granted. I say Hi cause I’m happy to see him, then I’m irritated because he’s blocking my way down the stairs! He meows when I step over him, then he runs to beat me down the stairs. There’s comfort in the predictable.
Today, I needed cheering up. His little face looking up at me did just that. I sat down on the top step and pet him. I let him know that I appreciate his quirky cute little self. Okay, so he didn’t care about any of that…he just liked that I was petting him. I cared that he was there, my dependable little greeter. My reminder that bad days and bad weeks do come to an end with a meow and some purring.
Thanks Sir Spot 🙂
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