It’s the little things…If I have not before, may I introduce
you to my current roommate “Not My Cat”.
Yes, that is his name, not actually an intentional name, but when this
stray continued to show up sad and emaciated on the back porch, I would feed
him while constantly reminding him that I would feed him, but he is “not my cat”. He decided otherwise and by then the name “Not
My Cat” was already established. He is my best buddy now. We keep each other company! However, recently “Not My Cat” tangled with a
much bigger cat, however, I suspect It may have been a possum or perhaps a
raccoon There is no doubt that he will recover, but
it is not going to be a simple recovery, and I have truly realized it is the
little things like “Not My Cat” that have truly contributed company and joy to
my life. Given the depth and seriousness of the injuries. Either way “Not My Cat”
was definitely on the losing end…And we have made a second trip to the veterinary clinic. But I will do whatever it takes, he might be a little thing, but he is my important thing!
"little Things" India Arie
I'm happy u have Not My Cat. My own "Katt Lassie" meant the world to me and my son Sugg. He acted more like a dog than a cat and was always with me when I became homelss The Angels have him now and I know he is watching over me. Your Not My Cat is also an Angel.
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