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Time...
Time is given to each of us as a rough jewel to be polished, cherished and put away in the jewel cases of our memory. As children, it stretches before us like a vast country to be explored, enjoyed, and marveled at. When we're small, time has little meaning and seems endless. "Once upon a time" takes us on a magic carpet ride into fantasy where "time" stands still. When we're teenagers, time creeps along, slow and steady, making us impatient for it to pass. We can't wait to "grow up". As adults, we run out of time. "I don't have time to..." becomes our daily litany.
Then one day, a small bundle of fur moves into our busy lives. It demands that one precious thing we have so little of... time. It demands "time" to be fed and petted and played with. We glance at our watches or the clock on the wall impatiently, saying "I
don't have time for this, or I'll do this later, when I have time". But
the small furry bundle doesn't care about *your* time clock,
only it's own. So it impedes your rush to the future in small ways,
snuggling under your chin and refusing to budge, clinging to a
trousered leg and squealing for attention, dumping it's water bowl, or
walking through it's canned food, leaving messy little
footprints everywhere. You clean up the mess, muttering under your
breath about the "time" it takes to do it, and asking
yourself why you got a kitten in the first place. The kitten leans
against your arm, purring, and looking at you with the expectant
eyes of an innocent child, waiting to be held. Well, you can't help it,
you just have to stop for "one minute" to snuggle the kitten,
who purrs contentedly, having gotten her way after all. You realize that
time is a precious jewel, to be savored and shared and
that, having agreed to accept the responsibility of this tiny life, it
needs "time" from you to grow and be loved.
Time takes on a different meaning as you and your loved companion grow
together. Now the mistress of her domain, she lets
you know in no uncertain terms, that this is *her* house and you just
have to deal with it. Never mind the snaggled curtains, the
crashes and thumps in the night, the pillow hogging, or the early
morning wake up calls for breakfast "NOW, please", or the
fact that she uses whatever part of your anatomy that's handy as a
scratching post. As before, you mutter under your breath
about "getting yourself into this mess, and why did I adopt a cat in the
first place". Your morning ritual. She ignores it, having
heard it for so many years. The moments spent petting and snuggling
stretch on, enjoyed by both of you. When you look at
your watch or the clock on the wall, it's not with impatience, but with
surprise that time has flown so quickly and you'd lost
track of it. The comfortable companionship fits like a well worn, soft
slipper.
One day, you see her move to a sun spot and settle down, and you realize
that she's not walking as fast as she used to, ("Well,
neither am I" you say to yourself) and her appetite isn't as hearty as
it once was. You watch her stretched out in the sunspot,
sound asleep, and you remember when she first barged into your busy,
crowded life as a kitten: a four-footed bundle of
energy, and how impatient you were; and the adolescent years, when
nothing was safe or sacred from her curiosity and
playfulness. As you sit there looking back, you gently and fondly take
each jeweled moment out and hold it to the sunlight,
marveling at it's beauty, and how both of you grew to love and respect
each other, and to reach that wonderful understanding
that can exist between cat and human.
The day comes when "time" has finally run out. You hold the purring
bundle of fur in your arms, asking for a miracle, for "just a
little more time, please God", and know in your heart that the most
precious commodity that you have, "time" is no longer
there. The vet's face tells you that it can't be. It's "time" to say
goodbye. You hold your beloved cat one last time, kiss her
gently on her head and whisper goodbye. You hear a sound you know so
well; her special purr, reserved just for you. Gently,
she leaves you for a place where time once again has no limit, it
stretches to infinity, with a silent promise to wait for you to join
her. On your way home, the jewel box of memories opens, and those
precious, special moments come tumbling out, unbidden.
Reluctantly you look at them; remembering the kitten that nearly drove
you crazy; the time you just finished folding up the clean
clothes and was silly enough to walk out of the room for "just a few
minutes" to come back and find her asleep on the clean
clothes; the long talks the two of you used to have (with you doing most
of the talking) while she listened to every word and
you just knew she was agreeing with everything you said. You remember
the long naps she used to take in the sun, or across
your legs, and how they used to fall asleep because you didn't want to
disturb her, and you cry, knowing that when you walk in
the door, she won't be there to greet you with that imperious meow. The
light and life has gone from your house. You swear
right then and there to never, ever get another cat, because you can't
stand the pain of loss. "Time" passes, and a friend walks
up to you and says "I have a friend who has a cat that needs a home. I
hate to ask you because I know you don't want another
one, but she's pretty desperate" Could you at least think about it?" You
hesitate... but then, the box opens again, and the jewels
spill out; the laughter at kitten antics, the warmth of a napping cat
against your side, the comforting purr, and yes, the sadness.
"Why not? you say to yourself, "I've got time." Having decided to risk
another cat, you realize there are things you need to
buy... no, you tucked away all of "her" things... just in case. Well, they
were good enough for "her", they'll be good enough for
the new cat. You look forward to your house being filled with the noise
and energy of a cat, knowing that it will come alive
once again. As you open the door to greet the new arrival, you could
swear you hear a faint, familiar purr and you smile,
knowing it's okay.
For all of you who "take the time" to love, nurture and care for that
most wonderful of creatures... the cat.
Linda
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