She hoisted her frail little body up on my bed and pressed her face into mine, paws around my hand, purring faintly, long whiskers tickling my nose.
She hasn’t been well for a while now, but she still manages to make a way to create connection and affection.
We rise and sit on the edge of the bed together…aged and unwell together, but still here together and grateful for that.
We move off the bed together and I fill her food dish, as she knew I would.
While she eats, I slide on a jacket and fill one hand with kibble and another with a can of wet food and go outside to feed Smokey.
I can make out the motion of something coming out of his house in the darkness, but I know he’s coming because I can hear him purring.
He too is aging and he bears scars from too many fights, but these things matter not when your friend is bringing you breakfast.
His big old head bumps against my hand as I put his meal in the dish…it’s a way of saying “thank you”, “good morning”, and “I’m so glad to see you” in one gesture.
Back inside, Miss Kitty has finished eating…she curls up in the space we slept in…a short bath and a contented nap will follow.
She looks up at me as I leave with a slow blink of her still lovely eyes…cat language for “I love you”.
Smokey too has finished his breakfast and as is his habit, walks down the driveway with me and watches me leave.
This is what we do every morning and because we do this every morning, every morning is a good morning.
What we do means nothing to anyone but us, but it means everything to us.
I begin my day in peace and in the joy of my feline companions.
The cats are ignorant of everything that concerns me, they are only aware of the moment and what good can happen in the moment.
I could choose to ignore those moments and focus only on the tasks at hand and upcoming, and prepare to dwell on the myriad crisis we all face.
My choice is to be present.
My choice is to see that these small morning graces are gifts from a loving Father who is caring for me as I care for my cats.
My choice is to look for other small graces through the day and to be ready for those small graces to bring me joy and to receive that joy in that moment.
My choice is to let go of the things I could be angry about and instead be thankful for the things I have been given.
I find that the more I receive, the more I will give…either anger or peace.
The man on the car radio wants me to be angry with him.
I turn off the radio and thank God for the cat hair on my coat.
I am living in God given wisdom.
God gave it to my cats first.
Evidently, they had ears to hear…
Make your own application…