Allow me to introduce you to Minka… she’s 21 years old (101 human years old, according to Cat World)… she’s a tiny little lady, with a soft rusty purr and and a crabby sounding meow. She’d rough-looking and graying but carries herself with the never-ending pride of cat attitude. She’s fighting the ailments of any geriatric cat and she lives at a local animal clinic that was going to be closed over the holiday weekend. And I got roped into cat-sitting her.
I had no idea how happy she would make me.
This little lady gave me such a warm sense of the holiday… it’s hard to put into words.
She spend the holiday weekend in the warm carpeted confines of my son’s closet, which she took to immediately. She got lots of attention and love, mainly from my boy who was happy to volunteer his room for her guest room.
For some unusual reason, the knowledge that there’s a good chance that this would be her last Christmas gave me a tremendous sense of purpose. If the cat gods call her home before next December 25, I will have the satisfaction of knowing that her final Christmas was not spent alone in a steel cage, but taking naps with a teenager curled up on the floor next to her… gentle face rubs and lots of friendly words.
Sometimes, I would sneak away from the family activities to run upstairs and lay on the floor. She’d rouse herself from her soft, warm bed to come greet me, get a few pats and issue a gravelly meow and then head back to her bed to relax.
And that was enough to put me back into a great holiday spirit.
An act of kindness towards someone (or something) that can never repay you is an exquisite feeling. It’s indescribable. It’s as if you’re making a deposit back into that Bank of the Universe that has shown you the occasional kindness or stroke of good fortune. And it allows you to feel grateful for all the good things that you enjoy in your life.
The beauty of magic (especially Christmas magic) is that you can’t predict the source or timing… but even an ancient cat can be the gateway for a little magic of your own.
This won’t be a lengthy post. Just enough to say thank you to Minka. Thank you for spending the holiday with us. Thanks for the rusty purrs as you got your face rubbed. Thanks for helping Christmas feel like Christmas again. And if you’re still with us next Christmas, you’ve got a standing reservation at my place and the welcome mat is out.
And to you, dear readers, may 2018 bring you magic, happiness and peace.