Thursday, February 9, 2017
My Buddy Bella
Alas, Mom washes her face, plays on Facebook, drinks her water
Bemoaning yet another dark and rainy day.
She hunts for my photo and cannot find it, so posts one of Abbie, another cat
Yet here I am, her buddy when she's down, present when she cries
I comfort her in bed at night. I have no concern for the political scene
that weighs heavy on her in recent months, for I live in the present moment.
Bella has seen me at my worst, which is often the first hour of the day. But there is a hint now of spring in the air. Trees are budding, and in some gardens, crocuses are already starting to bloom. It has been a long, crazy winter, and Bella has been a mellowing influence on me.
She remains curious, loving to sit in the window in all kinds of weather.
She is ok with only a few sticks with string for toys, and boxes with strategic holes.
She demands far less than I of the day, and our silent love grows. I have good company on my home front, beyond the computer and plants, a sweet being who adores attention, but can mellow out with her many naps when mom is busy elsewhere, or exercising, or eating.
She loves people, anyone who shows up at the door she will gladly explore with her nose. The real enemy is the noisy vacuum, or maybe Rose's small dog Pearl; she claims her turf, and Pearl backs off, aware those claws can do damage. For the most part, my Buddy Bella is a friend I can count on even in sickness, and that has been such a blessing this winter! We are learning one another's routines, and she can run like a mad cat in the night all she wants, as long as she leaves me to sleep. She knows I am not in a playful mood when I get up at night for water and a bathroom break, but she still leaves me a stick with string in case I change my mind. And now it's time for some pre-breakfast cuddling, so I shall say good-bye here!