So, I’ve been far too busy with work AND most recently with alergies/sinuses. All very unpleasant to talk about, so I’ve spent the last few weeks alone (because I’m not that intersting company these days).
Given this, I’ve enjoyed my “cave”. My cave is my entire home (since I don’t have to share). We all know about this, the cave, the spot, the one place we can call our own, that we can be ourselves in. Prior to my divorce, it was the guest room (otherwise known as the “red couch room”). Now I have the whole house to myself. 🙂
The cats have also had the run of the house, but even though they are allowed in every room, I think they also want a place place they call home. Its under a rose bush in the backyard. They love hanging out there – it gives them privacy but also views of the “goings on” in the neighborhood.
I noticed the cats love for this spot, as did a friend of mine. Before his departure, he made sure that the cats would have room to rest in their “cat cave”… I didn’t realize how nice it is FOR ME for the cats to have this space.. a place to call their own, a place I find them on a daily basis. Attached is a picture of Zoey enjoying the shade of the roses on a warm summer day.
Work has been especially tough lately, and there isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t think of how lucky I am that a) there is a safe spot for the cats to call their own, and b) that I have friend that made it all happen without me asking. What a treasure.
Paula's Ponderings 