I promise, this isn't turning into a cat blog! I'll get back to quilts soon, but this week my attention has been on two things: a dear friend whose father is hospitalized with a very grim prognosis, and Little Lulu. I've spent most of the week at the hospital. At night, I've come home late and Lulu's been there. She was really able to get my mind off things. "Here I am!" she says. "Pay attention to ME!"
This morning, Lulu's out and about and is sitting right next to me purring. I think she's finally over hiding under the bed, and she's certainly stolen my heart. But she's also helped heal it. When I look at Lulu, I can't help but see Boo. She's like the young, energized version of the slow-moving, fragile cat I'd become so used to having around. Of course, I still miss Boo. Having Lulu around really takes the sting out of it. She's also comforted me after long, heartbreaking days at the hospital. We've only been together for a week, and I've been gone a lot of the time, but we're clearly bonding.
I think this is the beginning of a long, beautiful friendship.