Purr-a-Vida!

Today’s post is my beautiful Purr-a-Vida. She is my constant companion, the sponge for my affections. A rescue cat, her person was a veteran with limited means who none-the-less took meticulous care of his three cats. He had a short battle with cancer and died in the hospital where I sometimes worked. Although I didn’t know him, I felt a connection by virtue of our being in the same building I suppose. Vida came to me at the age of 8 years, happy to finally be acknowledged as the diva she is. A big, shiny cat with not a single neurotic tendency, she has two basic modes – ferocious play and sublime sleep. The rest of her day is split between purring on my lap and watching the ducks out the window. After a long silence at the beginning, it finally occurred to her one day she should talk back to me when I blabber to her, which is fairly constant since we live alone and she is generally a good listener. She has taken to conversing with me in little barking and trilling sounds, like most of the cats who have graced me with their presence in the past. Vida may not be neurotic, but perhaps I’m rubbing off on her a little! The emotion here is pure and simple…companionship, love, and devotion.