wild

sometimes I wonder who rescued who
when you showed up at my door that day 
you and your kittens, of course I let you stay
how helpless you were, what else could I do
when you showed up at my door that day 
sometimes I wonder who rescued who

~kat

Today’s glimmer…a snapshot of two of my rescue cats. They have never both lounged in the hammocks on the cat tree at the same time. What a sight they were. Like bookends, mama cat, Matilda, on the right, and her daughter, Frankie (our resident fur-ball artist extraordinaire) …somewhere her brother Schrödinger lurks…in the shadows always, true to his name…he might be in this photo…or he might not. It made me smile. 5 years ago or so, Matilda, who had been tossed out to fend for herself by her previous not very nice owner, found her way under my front porch when it was time to have her kittens. She must’ve known I couldn’t turn her or her babies out into the elements once I knew they were residing under my house. She had four kittens in all. Three white and one jet black. We found a lovely home for the two white fur boys…which left us with the trio who live with us to this day. Matilda and Frankie are lovely affectionate purr generators…Schrödinger is a feral beast. It has taken me five years to be allowed to touch him briefly with a gentle pet as he lounges on the upper ledge of the cat tree after his dinner. He does wander through the house now, like he owns the place. Oh to live the life of the animals that find their way into our home and hearts!  I suppose they chose us…or at least Matilda did. It’s a privilege to be trusted by the universe to care for them. 

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you. 

~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨