Peaceful
Waking up to find our sweet basement cat sitting on the couch as if she owns the place feels like a little miracle every single day. It was only seven short months ago that she arrived, terrified and immediately crawled into her hiding spot. To see her now, relaxed and peaceful, no longer afraid when we walk by, and even allowing us to stop for a few gentle pets, makes me happier than I can put into words. She's slowly embracing her new life, and I'd even dare say she's enjoying it. These days she has the finest snacks, fancy food, an endless supply of toys, and the run of the house. Of course, she still keeps her basement hideaway nearby, just in case something startles her...like me tearing through the house with a vacuum cleaner. Tim was off playing cards, so I took advantage of the quiet house to tackle some cleaning. And holy cow, did the house need it! Between cat fur, dust bunnies, and enough beach sand from sandy toes to start my own little shoreline, the vacuum d...
