June 3, 2014
I think of the affection from my cat as love from the universe, or god, or from my ancestors. It feels like a vital energy force laying limp and purring over my shoulder. Every morning, adorably, he gives little meows before jumping into my bed. He snuggles his head on my neck and lays across my chest, vibrates his happiness to see me. I smile with the contentment of this little love; this blessing bestowed on me. Little Ronald is a powerful resource, like a light in the darkness, a glass of water for thirst. Pets are a magnificent balm.