Today I am 50 years old, I can hardly believe it. I have no words of wisdom to offer, life is vastly different than I expected it to be but I am grateful for so many things today; my health, my supportive husband, my friends, my cats and the cat community that I became part of five years ago when I chose to start feeding feral cats. Thanks to that one decision, I have met many wonderful people and have been able to help more than 500 cats.
Life can change in the blink of an eye that much I know, recently one of my friends and neighbours, a wonderful woman taking care of her three boys and fostering guide dog puppies was killed by a car.
It reminded that you never know how much time you will have...this seems to be a time for me of seemingly irrational decisions but I'm following my heart now.
I quit my job, seem to have adopted a kitten, and tonight am singing a six song set at my birthday party/cat fundraiser. I'm excited for my new life. I'm going to expand my catsitting business and of course continue to care for my ferals and keep trapping and rescuing. Beyond that, who knows.
Of course the cats don't care that it's my birthday, I started my day the usual way, snuggling with cats, and then getting up to clean the litter boxes and feed my crew. I'll end the day the same - no complaints.
|The white cat trio: Ernie, Oliver and Bunny|
|Ernie and Oliver|
|Baxter, Buddy and Apollo (box lids are the best beds!)|