Last night was rainy, windy and cold. The black birthday cat without a name got to stay in my office while I was working. It is back in a chair on the other side of the desk tonight and it has barely moved. I think for the first time in a long time it feels safe enough and okay enough to sleep soundly. I can relate to what that feels like after going through major stress for so long until finally a night came when I was away from danger and in a safe house. I remember what it feels like to finally give in to the exhaustion without wondering if I will wake up to face a threat. I believe this cat is in that space right now. Last night it got up a few times to see what was going on and pace around. Tonight it has woken up once. I let it out with the back porch light on and when it came back in, hopefully after taking care of biz, it went straight to the chair where it disappeared off to sleep again.
I hate to admit that if I know someone who would love to have this cat I could give it to them without a worry. I'm not set on keeping it! But it seems like for now it is keeping a home here and I am glad if I can offer a safe place for it to sleep and food to keep it from starving.
Poor Kitty!
Darn
Good psychology there too for inspiring One to admit they have a cat!