“Who would believe such pleasure from a wee ball o’ fur?”
– Irish Saying
This is my cat, Grey. She’s pretty fuzzy and pretty wonderful. She constantly brings me joy and a lightness of spirit, for which I am grateful. I constantly bring her meat and scritches, for which I believe she is grateful. Though, I try not to put expectation on such things. In some ways, our relationship is pretty ideal. We are individuals doing our things in the world, yet when we come together, there is much appreciation felt in the heart and nuzzling to be had in the flesh.
So, here is some gratuitous gratitude for you, Grey. If only you could read.