I have always been a cat lover. Growing up on a farm, I had quite a few cats in my life. We had a hayshed in which I would some times tame wild cats by sitting there very patiently while they got used to me. Also, I would meow as if I thought they wouldn't notice I was human. There have also been house cats over the years, and the two that are pictured are what we have left. I find that as I move into my mature years, it's getting more difficult to deal with litter boxes and cat hair.
Our cats are Hope and Precious, and they oddly have the same personalities as my husband and I. Hope is just like me, and Precious is like Brian. The spooky thing is that Precious showed up on our doorstep shortly after Brian and I got married. So it's as if they personify us as cats. Hope is now 17 years old and Precious is at least 15. When they are gone, my plan is to get my cat fixes from visiting the humane society.
Thought for the day: If there were to be a universal sound depicting peace, it would surely be the purr.
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