If I start to forget that look T gave me before he fell into unconscious I only have look into Miss Millys, or Mr Lewis Kats eyes. I see unconditional love now.

Those two cats are honest, uncomplicated, and free in giving and receiving love. I am especially blessed to have them now as their Ma image. They have taught me so much about respect, trust, dignity, and their need to be nothing more than a cat. I have never been able to divide my feelings in favor of one cat over another. Not even by a whiska.!

We listen, and watch each other for a basic understanding, and communicate in our own way with body language, tone of voice, guttural sounds, eye contact, and touch. It's not unlike when two bubbies communicate to each other. There are no words exchanged between them, but they do seem to be communicating in their own way. Maybe at such a young age we are more attuned to another by using our senses, and emotions; a universal language of a sorts that is available to all the bubby kingdoms.

Those cats that own me can drive me nuts with their constant demands. She wants this, and he wants that. Last night I think Mr Lewis sensed something was different about me. He hadn't heard me cry before so he jumped up on the bed, and looked into my eyes for reassurance that all was well. Twenty pats later he was curled up asleep. That’s when Miss Milly stuck her front paw out and touch my mouth with it. I knew she wanted me to keep talking, and reassure her that all was well too.

How many adults think bubbies are just blobs?