I have a soft spot in my heart for all of God's creatures, even the squirrels who eat all of my blueberries and plums. My heart quite melts, however, when I meet a cat who seemingly has an old soul. Herein lies a tale of two such cats I've met recently.
A few doors away, on a porch in the afternoon sun, lies a cat on a pillow strategically placed to offer him maximum comfort, sunshine and views. He has one of those faces that look like they've lived more than nine lives and could tell some stories if we could understand the language. Every cat deserves to grow old with humans who provide them with a pillow on a porch in the sunshine where they can watch their neighborhood in peace and safety.
A few streets away, lives a cat whose left eye was bulging in an unhealthy way, and now has smooth fur where her unhealthy eye used to be. A lovely dilute torty, who loves to greet neighhbors walking by, you wouldn't even notice she only has one eye. The fur has smoothly covered the spot where her eye used to be, and her spirit is bright and undaunted by what must have been a painful interlude because she is clearly treasured by her humans. Such a treat to be joyfully greeted by a torty living large with one eye fewer than most.
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