Mom keeps the radio on all day to keep us company. Lately I have heard references to “childless cat ladies.” I think our mom claims that label although she is also averse to labels in general.
Nevertheless, we are the children of this lady, and we are glad that she chose us, and we chose her to spend our lives together.
Over 14 years ago when both of us weighed only a couple pounds, she took us to our forever home. We moved from North Carolina to Colorado but as long as mom was with us, we were at home.
Mom understands cats. She lets us be cats, which means different things to different cats. My brother Gitch is different from me. We have our own routines each day. After mom feeds and medicates us each morning, Gitch goes on patrol throughout the house—checking to see that all is in order and to see what wildlife might be outside our doors.
I assume the relaxing position in mom’s lap as she reads online newspapers, checks Facebook, and sends emails. I spend most days in that chair after she leaves for whatever she is doing that day—hiking, volunteering, going to EVLT functions. When she returns home, I reluctantly share the chair with her. Occasionally I stretch my legs but mostly, I just snooze and listen to the radio in the background.
Mom feeds us late in the afternoon. We like to meet her when we hear the garage door. She greets us with, “Hi Sweethearts. How was your day?” She then proceeds to tell us a little about her day. Gitch talks to her yammering on about this and that. I just wait to be fed.
I am glad we have this woman as our cat lady and am thankful for many other cat ladies and cat gents. I cannot imagine life without this mom. I sometimes long to be outdoors again but I am now quite content in my senior years to look outside at the mountain landscapes and feel the cool breezes coming through the cracked windows. Viva cat ladies!
It was an if, but when you addressed “childless cat ladies”. Thank you 🙂