 The
Cat's Meow
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| Issue 2, Vol 5 | The Cat Is a Sweetheart | February 14, 2006 |
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| The Cat Is a Sweetheart
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My
Furry Valentine!
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Many
people think we CATS are Yours
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I'm
Wishing You a | ||
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And Here Are Some Ways to Say
ARABIC:
Love
that Reaches Over Walls This is a story about the power of love. Not the dozen-roses sort of love celebrated on Valentine's Day, but love that strengthens and shelters and renews life. Unexpected, unexplainable, unlikely love. It begins last spring as a small kitten wails under a bush near our back steps. He's strikingly beautiful, with dark stripes and patches of white. But as my son and I approach, the kitten flees to the woods. Just as well. We have too many cats already, since people dump their unwanted kittens on our dirt road. This one is obviously wild and will keep his distance. No,
later that day he is back, in full voice. This time, though, our old dog Shiloh
comes running off the porch to check him out. We're surprised; Shiloh seldom moves.
Age, accidents and illness have dulled his senses and drained his spirit. But
he runs straight at the kitten, and I assume that the stranger will turn tail
again and never return. The next day we look out on the enclosed porch where Shiloh spends most of his hours. The kitten is sprawled across Shiloh's bed and the arthritic dog lies beside him on the hard floor, gazing adoringly at his "baby." This is obviously out of our hands. Face it ... we have another cat, adopted by the dog. Within days, Shiloh undergoes a remarkable renaissance. The dog who rarely stirred begins bouncing happily around. He and Badge, as the kitten comes to be named, jump on one another and run together and sleep side by side. Any time Shiloh has to be boarded or stay overnight at the veterinary hospital, Badge disappears. He appreciates our food ... obviously, since he's grown into a large, rotund adult ... but he's really only here for the dog. My old dog's life is richer beyond measure, and I smile to see him so content. His companion rests easy in a safe haven, leaning against a creature that is assumed to be his foe. Nobody needs to see a vase of roses to know that's love. ~By
Jane McAlister Pope,
Charlotte
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Love
is like a cat: it goes where it pleases,
and pleases where it goes...
Love
is like a cat
Sitting on its paws.
You may pet it all you like;
It lives
by its own laws.
It
comes and goes as it decides
No matter what you say.
It seems the more you
want it near,
The more it goes away.
And
then when you are quite content
To sit out in the sun
Alone with just your
thoughts and dreams,
Not needing anyone,
In
it comes, as if in fear
That somehow you'll forget,
And jumps up purring
in your lap,
Demanding to be pet.
~Author
Unknown
Reprinted from
www.ThingsToSay.com
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