Soft, gray fur, green eyes the color of shaded water in a small pond. A stretch and a scratch at the wicker table near the door as I entered her room. A jump to my shoulders where she perched for hours overlooking my work. Her scratchy tongue grooming the back of my neck, tugging at the strands of shimmers in my hair. She patrolled her studio, carefully jumping between the pieces of art on the tables. And she slept at the top of her cattree. , overlooking her empire.
You taught me gentleness, and calm. You converted me, a total "dog-person". Now I know there are wonders and deep love awaiting me in the feline world!
"With all the beauty surrounding me here above the Verde Valley, how could I not create more beauty?"