Love in the Closet

Gracie is our youngest cat – she just turned a year old a few days ago. Happy birthday, Gracie!

It has been hard for her to find her place in a household with so many other pets. She won’t challenge the dogs or Nami for their favorite places. She has discovered all the shelves, cat tree perches, and nooks and crannies that Nami hasn’t claimed, and she has made them her own.  While I work from home, Nami takes my lap, leaving Gracie on her own.

So we adapt. In the morning when I get dressed, Gracie follows me into the master closet where she has me all to herself. I gently shut the door, sit on a small stool I use to reach the upper shelf, and we…canoodle. She purrs, and I pet her. She’ll sit on my lap, move into my arms, and just cuddle and purr for the longest. I’m pretty sure that purrs have healing qualities because they melt my heart and start my day with a calm feeling of love and contentment.

Eventually, I have to put her down, get dressed, and go to work. When we part, though, I’m feeling hopeful and secure about my day. I don’t mind sheltering in place when it’s with those I love. Their loving support gets me through the day. Love whenever and wherever you can.