It's a little thing called love.
She sleeps curled just a very specific way next to me all night.
She 's 10.
At the CT Cattery she should have been voted 'least likely to be picked to go home with anyone. '
I couldn't get near her .
She was ill.
She was infected.
She was as old as possible while still being acceptable to the other cats - 6 mo.
I've attended to her chronic infections every day, naturopathically.
Her teeth fell apart from immune stuff, her heart valves don't work;
I work on her every day,
when she comes up to me she knows I'll clean her eyes but still comes,
she lies down-then paws me for eye contact, and excellent connecting.
I love all 4 of them equally,
but somehow in another way,
she is my heart's desire. Sorcha.
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