Catching this glimpse of Muffy in the setting sun, caused a flow of memories…
She came to the farm in a group of strays that the kids picked up at the bottom of Rowlesburg hill. (They were taken in by the old cat trick ‘put the cute little black kitten in the middle of the road, and when the people stop, we’ll all run out of the woods’.) Muffy had a series of health setbacks… a warble in her neck… then a worm that attacked her spine. She was on so much medication that it was months before her dilated pupils contracted. She does not enjoy the company of cats, but she will bring her grown-up kittens ‘gifts’. She thinks that Raven is her dog (much to Raven’s dismay). She should probably be someone’s house cat, but through a twist of fate… circumstance… karma… destiny… she is our barn cat. Our Muffy… she is a survivor.
A Friday ritual. A single photo – no words – capturing a single moment from the week
A simple, special extraordinary moment.
A moment to pause, savor and remember.
Participating with the SouleMama blog
response for week 11 of the solstice to solstice project
with urban.prairie.forest.
flickr pool
Don’t think for a moment that the Moving into March walk went unnoticed by the farm dwellers. They definitely recognize when there is anything out of the ordinary, and are never at a loss for words.
“I think you are going the wrong way!”
“Don’t make me come down there and get you!”
A Friday ritual. A single photo – no words – capturing a single moment from the week
A simple, special extraordinary moment.
A moment to pause, savor and remember.
Participating with the SouleMama blog
