When I look out my window I view the desert mountains, palm trees, and the sun peering from behind those cottony looking clouds. It’s a beautiful mid-70s and I am just so blessed to be able to share with you how happy and fulfilled my life working with you and the animals makes me feel. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever picture myself in the beauty of the desert, driving with the views that I see – just going to the market. Stunning, that’s all I can say.
The simple life here for me is stress free – like the animals that speak to me. They don’t have to worry about the day-to-day work, putting food on the table, getting kids off to school on time, driving in the traffic to get to work, having the report done on time to satisfy the boss’ demands – yikes, they have it so easy. That is, the ones that are lucky enough to have pet parents like us. They always have food in their bowls, fresh water (except when the kibbles jump into the bowl), a cleanish litter box (yeah, I’m not the greatest at keeping it spotless) and a lap to snuggle on or nearby. One of my favorite things about my cats is how independent they are. They are sisters and like night and day in personalities, idiosyncrasies, likes and dislikes. Sage is the bigger, normal size cat and Ollie was the runt of the litter, so she is half of Sage’s size and a bit clumsy as well. Sage is my morning greeter as soon as my eyes flutter open – she comes to my face, and I feel her breath with my eyes still closed. I rub her face and belly, she purrs and starts my day, time to get up. The reverse happens when it is bedtime with her requiring (she’s trained me well) the face and belly rub before I am to go to sleep. Ollie on the other hand is very independent, so in the morning when I make a move, she is immediately off the bed. She waits for her canned food in the morning and during the day follows the sun. She goes from slider to slider, room to room, leaning on the glass or sitting in the sunspot wherever she can find it. Yesterday she surprised me by sitting on the headboard in the guest room in the one sunspot from the small window in the high ceiling. She knows how to find the sunny spot wherever she can find it. I like the metaphor – how about you?
For the Love of Animals,
Frances
