Mornings aren't the same around here since my cat Buddy passed.
Our routine was set. I'd get up between 7:30 and 8:00 a.m. Before I started work, I'd blog and read the news. Buddy perched behind me. When I came to a particularly upsetting news item, I'd shake my head or exclaim out loud. Suddenly a big white paw would be on my cheek or he'd lean over and snuggle me.
Anyway here's my schedule for the past three or so weeks: my kitten Riley meows and whimpers at about 6 a.m. After unsuccessfully trying to get him back to bed and to sleep, I get up and check to make sure he has food. He usually does, so then I coax him onto my lap in my wheelchair, where he plays for a while, then falls asleep for a bit. Sometimes we both do. By the time I settle him down, it's time to start work.
However the past few days Riley seems to be calmer in his new surroundings. Some mornings he even spends time looking out the window after he wakes me up.
This morning he jumped up behind me and settled into Buddy's old spot. So I began to read the news. I groaned at one point. I felt a small tiny paw touch my cheek.
"Aww," I said.
I've come to believe that everyone should have that same kind of support as they read the news these days.
How fortunate am I to find it twice.