In my last post I mentioned how beautiful it was that one of the workers at the assisting living place where mom was took her two cats. What I didn't realize until I got home and opened my calendar was the coincidence of the timing. We got Louis the cat from my neighbor's vet. His human died, the daughter didn't want him and took him to the vet to euthanize him. The vet kept him in a crate in the lobby, where my neighbor saw him. She called me from the vet and said there was a lovely male blue-point Siamese who needed a home and would I take him? Sure, I said, how much trouble can one more cat be? We no more got the cat into the house when my cousin called me to tell me my dad had died. Six years later TO THE DAY some
lovely woman reached out to my mother's cats. Isn't that sweet how things turned out?