True for you perhaps. My boy…whom I held in one hand before his eyes opened…was the gentlest, sweetest kitty. He did want one thing…to be close to me all the time. Curled up next to me in the crook of my arm in bed, half on my computer as I typed on it. Running from wherever he was when I’d been gone and came home and he heard my voice. Not for food, just the happiness that I was home. If he was eating and I came home he would leave his food to come greet me. He loved…and deeply. And I loved him back. I’m sorry your experiences have been different.
Portland Oregon, or Maine? We lived in Portland, Oregon for the last 21 years, and since I was a gamer and flew to various ‘cons’ I took a few of those. :)
What else would the artist do to indicate how much time she’d have? Looking at your wrist is still (at least to us old timers) a silent query for ‘what time is it?’
True for you perhaps. My boy…whom I held in one hand before his eyes opened…was the gentlest, sweetest kitty. He did want one thing…to be close to me all the time. Curled up next to me in the crook of my arm in bed, half on my computer as I typed on it. Running from wherever he was when I’d been gone and came home and he heard my voice. Not for food, just the happiness that I was home. If he was eating and I came home he would leave his food to come greet me. He loved…and deeply. And I loved him back. I’m sorry your experiences have been different.