Ivan, my next door neighbor who died on April 15 at the age of 73, once told me his wife Judy was glad we have cats.
She is a cat lover but Ivan was allergic, so she was denied that precious and simple pleasure. He told me she loved to look out the window when she was at the kitchen sink because she could see Patsy and Emmy Lou in our picture window, which faces their house.
One of the cats is very often sitting there, and many times they are both sitting there.
This morning, as I was reading, both cats got up in the window, which is right next to my chair, sitting up as pretty as can be. Facing directly towards Judy's house.
I was hoping she was in the kitchen. I am hopeful that Patsy and Emmy Lou give her some comfort now that she is alone. I truly hope they fill her heart with love or happiness or sensitivity every time she sees them. Something to make her feel alive, something to re-connect her with the world. More importantly, something to mend her heart and feed her soul.
These are the little things in life, the things people don't talk about, things so small and so simple that other people don't need to hear about them. But they are the things that make a person feel human in a world that works hard to take that away from you.
Two cats. Two innocent, loving lives, bringing happiness to a broken soul, just by being.
I hope Patsy and Emmy Lou do that for Judy.
I think they do.
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