MONDAY MOMENTS AT THE COTTAGE

Last night as we watch our BOSTON REX SOX win the World Series for my sweet Peach, she sat on Lapdaddy's chest...all soft and quiet...she came on her own without any coaxing:)

This frosty morning I put this weekends cans of cat food out on the front porch step. My hope is that some wandering stranger will find themselves a good meal.
Again the litter box trip was was successful and Peach drank from her fountain some. Even though she did not eat any kibble, she was interested in the process of it being offered to her. After she ran back to her cozy bed, I brought her a can of Turkey Fancy Feast. Her ears perked when I popped the lid and she sniffed the air. I watched on my knees as she actually took two bites! Not mear licks but bites. "I hope you are happy now mommy. Now go drink your coffee and let me sleep!" Indeed I was very glad. She gave me a little gift which I returned with one of my own. I spread the white roses that the Lapdaddy had for me at the airport Wednesday night out before her on her bed. A bed of roses for a tiny precious faithful cat. Miss Peach likes pretty things and sniffed them before going back under her covers.....sleep well for the day marches on and mommy will be back to tempt you again later.

I have had four cats in my adult lifetime. My first was a pretty ginger boy name Baeba. He was mine for 13 years from the time I married at 17. He traveled with me from Germany to a cozy chalet in the mountains of Fairfield Pennsylvania where he spent the year hunting the mysteries of the woodlands in each season. He lived out his life back in Germany until kidney failure took him from me. Then a little blue~gray Persian girl name Miss Minka came to be my companion for the next 18 years. She was small like Peach but very feisty! We traveled the world also. She liked the rolling Flint Hills of Kansas where cats would wander the yard and keep her rushing from window to window as she kept our homefront safe! She traveled with us to Heidelberg for several years then back to Kansas and finally to Washington. My beloved Dennis became her Lapdaddy and a bond was formed that lasted for 10 years. Miss Minka was not a big eater and she developed kidney problems also as she got older. Being so tiny, I never wanted to let her go outside. She was an aristoCAT and I wanted to keep her safe. Dennis purrrrsueded me to change my mind and let Minka roam the gardens in our yard. I knew I did the right thing when she strolled through the hosta plants and found a favorite spot under the huge leaves. Each summer that spot became her shady haven and she would rush to greet us when we got home from work. She sleeps there still ...wrapped in her fleecy...deep and still. Then Miss Peach found her way into our lives to be a comfort to my dying mother...now I will return the favor and comfort Peach as long as she allows me the privilege.