the jingle belle cat is on the back porch most every morning, waiting for me to open the blinds, perched on a bench, staring right back at me when daylight floods the kitchen. she sneaks in through skyecat's entrance and eats her food and drinks her water. i am thinking of renaming her goldilocks.
this morning, however, is full of rain and a robin in that rain, it is skyecat on the couch next to me, lulled to sleep by the sound of the creek outside the open front door, running higher this morning, and louder.
i need the small things this week.
i wrap my arms around them and give them thanks.