Best friends

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So I’m laying on my back on the bed this morning doing the stretching exercises that Joe taught me. Near the end of the 15-second hold of each stretch, I notice myself groaning. Yes, they hurt. Not horrifically, but just enough to make me vocalize my discomfort.

My old cat, PIB (Puss In Boots), who I brought to my Mom’s townhouse when I realized that

Not PIB, but so like him it's uncanny...

caring for her would be a more long-term occupation than I’d originally thought, walks delicately over to my stretched self and gazes at me curiously. He starts purring and reaches a white-socked paw out and carefully, gently, touches my cheek. Then he tucks himself into the L-shape made by my head and shoulder, curled up and warm as toast. His purrs are loud in my ear.

I do the rest of my stretches with a goofy smile on my face, my groans reduced to soft grunts, and those only when I forget to breathe deep through the stretch. It’s just incredible, the power our animal brothers and sisters can draw on to ease our distress.

Another lovely gift.

 

7 thoughts on “Best friends”

  1. I’m sorry to hear that you’re still hurting. How about heat to relax everything before you start stretching? Or…. oh, I don’t know. I just wish there was something I could do to help. Hang in there.

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  2. That is so great. If my husband wasn’t allergic, we would have a cat in a heartbeat. They really are great for ‘de-stressing’.

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  3. I need a cat. I’m glad you have one to comfort you through this crap time – and I’m really hoping you feel better soon. 🙂 L

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  4. They are wonderful, aren’t they? The other night I got off the phone with my dad and our dog Izzy looked at me and then ran over and snuggled with me. They read us so well.

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  5. I want a cat so badly!! But I don’t think I’m settled enough to give it the deserved time and attention, I’m always away here and there.

    Glad Puss in Boots gave you some much needed comfort!

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