herlucidlife

Tucked away, floating around the house. Little Mila by my side, rubbing her body against my legs, her tail curled around my calf. Meowing her green eyes looking up at me. Reaching down to pet her, giving a playful bite. She’s always ready for war. I’ve always enjoyed my alone time yet as I’ve gotten older I’ve noticed a bit of stress at the thought of being home for most of the day. Alone with my thoughts, left to my own devices I tend to do things I shouldn’t be doing. Her little body stretches no more than a foot, sitting no taller than maybe nine inches. This being wrapped in fur has brought so much comfort to my life. 

Unconditional love is what I’m experiencing. Granted most of her meows are for wet food. It warms my heart to experience her genuine affection, seeming to not tire of my presence. Scheduling her first vet visit, a simple appointment booking turned into an almost twenty minute call with questions. I want to do my best for her. A lot of people have advice but only I will know what’s right for her at that moment. Paying attention, aware of her behavior, it’s a blessing to give my sweet companion a safe, clean home to be herself. Looking at her curled up on the bathroom floor as I do bathroom things, Lord willing she will always have a home with me. 

Calling my space a home for a month, our routines are syncing. Patterns are forming and quirks are noticed. My motherly instincts are showing just a little bit. Laughing as she zooms around the apartment, she is both funny and calm like me. My fears of owning an animal were cooked up by irrational beliefs. My mind assumes any new task is too big when really everything in life begins with a small task until it equals up to something larger. My dear friend helped me obtain one of the biggest joys in my life. Going with me to the shelter to pick her out, to think I wouldn’t have done it without his nudge.