Recently I shared my good news with friends over lunch. They were all excited and supportive. But one dear friend made this comment. "You know, Carole, I think there's a message there for you. You should be writing more about animals." She was right. And I heard the message loud and clear.
Chicken Soup for the Soul: Life Lessons from the Cat on sale today. Find me and my beloved Cooshie on page 96. More than just a pet, Cooshie was a teacher, comedian and most of all a healer. This loyal boy helped me through one of life's greatest challenges. During a very rough time I found myself healing in the company of a cat. For cat lovers everywhere I have direct Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Indie Bound links for Life Lessons from the Cat on this site. Scroll up and go to my books and articles page. Enjoy!
Over the course of the next few days, we became a functioning pack. Sunny, who loved food almost as much as he loved me, was given the first piece of bagel. Little Brodie waited his turn. Brodie, who loved play more than anything, got first pick of new toys. Sunny happily claimed the remains. Brodie's day required at least one mad run from room to room. During the dash, Sunny retired to the safety of the couch and I played an Enya CD. Sunny's needs included ear stroking from all visitors and naps in sunbeams. To accommodate, Brodie moved in behind Sunny waiting his turn for pats and slept in the thinnest portion of sunlight.
Because She's a Cat
Her body packed with leaves and dirt
she deposits same on my brand new shirt.
A bowl of fresh food ready to nibble
she sidles on by and eats the dog's kibble.
Hissing if my strokes are too great
loud purring alarm should I sleep too late.
Yowling for help from the tallest pine
til I haul out the ladder and she climbs down fine.
To curl in my arms rubbing this way and that
knowing I love her just because she's a cat.
|Cat in the Night Woods|