Don’t we love our kitties? They make every day Kitty-Cat Mother’s Day. Lily goes to bed with me and she’s always there eager for me to engage her when I open my eyes in the morning. She’s curled up on my lap as we speak. Earlier she brought me a gift—her treasured stuffed hedgehog.
Sophie snuggles with me in the evenings as I wind down from my day of work. And the two of them offer entertainment when they’re feeling frisky. Better than TV.
Those of us who work at home get to have our cats with us all day. We talked about cats in the workplace in an earlier post. It can’t get any better than working at home with your cats. Today, I’ve featured Lily doing inventory of the Klepto Cat Mysteries. And the black-and-white guy guarding the important papers in the box is Tucker who helps his mom out in Arizona.
I hope your cat honors you this weekend for providing what she needs in the way of 
nourishment, a warm lap, plenty of toys, a playmate, and a janitor. I’m sure she appreciates you for scooping and for dealing with those awful fur balls that come up when least expected, for going without blankets at night because she’s so comfortably asleep, not scolding her too harshly when she knocks over a vase chasing a moth that got into the house, and not punishing her for drinking from your glass of water when you’re not looking.
Sunday, as you’re sweeping up litter, dealing with the stinky cat food cans, trying to find the least furry pair of slacks to wear, consider this: How many times each day do you smile because of your precious cat?
