Life Goes On
Today was easier to get through than yesterday was, but on several occasions I found myself fighting back the tears while I was at work. At home I didn’t bother to fight them back. Early this morning when I came out with the can of food and knew that Baby Tiger wouldn’t come running to have breakfast was the first such occasion of the day. But Baby Boy and Baby Girl did come to by to share the can of food with the yellow cat (whom Hannah has taken to calling Garfield), and seeing them all cheered me up. This afternoon after I came back from work and then later this evening I got to spend some time with all the cats.
Hairy was as whiny and needy for attention as always. The big Tiger came to me meowing as if I never fed him. Mama Cat came by and ate her fill in order to be able to continue nursing her babies. Garfield hung out with me and when I held him he clung to me the way baby primates cling to their mothers. In the evening the kittens came by. Splotchy Junior was playful and while we played in the grass she scratched me accidentally, and I didn’t mind because I knew she hadn’t meant to hurt me. Baby Girl approached shyly and I was able to get her to play with the string for quite a while, getting her closer and closer to me – she even batted at my fingers a couple of times. Baby Boy arrived later and demanded attention in that way he has of butting in and making sure that he gets a good belly rub or two. The white cat with the dark tail came and went, sat on several cars, had some food, played with the string for a while, hissed at the kittens when they almost sat on him. And my little Lena purred while I held her in my arms.
So life does go on. While I miss Baby Tiger terribly, I am so glad that the other cats and kittens are fine. And I think some part of her lives on in her littermates since during their first couple of months of life all they knew was each other and their Mama Cat. They share not only genes, but also their birth and upbringing and all the time they have spent together.
My mother summed it up well when she wrote to me that the more love you have (whether it is for people or animals), the more you will suffer when you lose someone, but that a life without love would be poor indeed. I can’t imagine not caring. Life would be simpler, but I would not be the person I am.
Hairy was as whiny and needy for attention as always. The big Tiger came to me meowing as if I never fed him. Mama Cat came by and ate her fill in order to be able to continue nursing her babies. Garfield hung out with me and when I held him he clung to me the way baby primates cling to their mothers. In the evening the kittens came by. Splotchy Junior was playful and while we played in the grass she scratched me accidentally, and I didn’t mind because I knew she hadn’t meant to hurt me. Baby Girl approached shyly and I was able to get her to play with the string for quite a while, getting her closer and closer to me – she even batted at my fingers a couple of times. Baby Boy arrived later and demanded attention in that way he has of butting in and making sure that he gets a good belly rub or two. The white cat with the dark tail came and went, sat on several cars, had some food, played with the string for a while, hissed at the kittens when they almost sat on him. And my little Lena purred while I held her in my arms.
So life does go on. While I miss Baby Tiger terribly, I am so glad that the other cats and kittens are fine. And I think some part of her lives on in her littermates since during their first couple of months of life all they knew was each other and their Mama Cat. They share not only genes, but also their birth and upbringing and all the time they have spent together.
My mother summed it up well when she wrote to me that the more love you have (whether it is for people or animals), the more you will suffer when you lose someone, but that a life without love would be poor indeed. I can’t imagine not caring. Life would be simpler, but I would not be the person I am.
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