Those who knew my mom, knew she was a cat lover. It all began when we befriended a stray cat that later became known only as “momma.” She earned the title many times over. I must have been in late elementary when momma moved in and cats became another part of our family.
My mom fed them, tried to bathe them, and bought a variety of cat pins that she wore with pride. I never questioned two things — that my mom loved me and that she loved her cats almost as much as me.
Well … I’m blogging this from our living room chair, with Hope sitting on the couch. She’s home sick from school and so I’m “doctoring” her back to health. We have two cats in our household and Smokey is sleeping on Hope’s lap while Pokey tries to “help” me type this blog.
My mom would be proud.
