A moment of joy

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5. I know of the joy of which you speak!

So many times life has dealt me one terror filled blow after another; sometimes I really had to debate with myself as to whether to stick around for it any longer. What was the use? But my head and heart would always land last on my rescues. By the time I'd arrived at the, "but my babies" thought, there'd be two or three curled up on me, purring away softly (or softly snoring!). So, here I am, still... in this world. And while my body no longer lets me get out to rescue, I live with a glaring of senior cats, and a couple of middle ager's. Gotta admit, I'd give anything for a kitten again... just for the sheer joy and laughter that comes from being around one. But my Seniors have been with me so long... they have their own attitudes already formed. And they definitely have their own personalities!

Hats off to all of us who rescue critters, or care for the ferals and the wild ones, especially in the winter months -- and especially as our grocery bill keeps getting cut as cat food keeps going up and up in price. SMDH