The Cat-In-A-Box

Some of you may remember the kitten that my son and his fiance brought to me one evening last summer. They had found the poor hungry thing abandoned in a parking lot during one of the extremely dry, hot spells we were having in the area. The little thing could barely eat and my husband and I fed it and cuddled it for days and nights to ease its fears.

It's name became Royal. And Royal, once comfortable with her surroundings and fully acquainted with the two older cats, made herself at home.

She isn't any fatter but she happier and on most days she and I discuss a host of topics. I think she prefers to chat about the weather since that gives her the opportunity to sit in the window and look into the back yard while the sun beats in to warm her. It turns out I end up talking to myself because she has fallen asleep.

I had forgotten alot about cats through the years. But was quick to remember this one thing:

CATS LOVE BOXES!

So, if I can't find Royal asleep in the window sill and if she isn't curled up on the bed then I know that she must be playing in the box that has been conviently left by someone for her use............ my husband.

And that's okay with me. If it keeps her happy and away from the drapes she can live it.

I hope those of you out there reading this that have animals treat them with the love and respect they need and deserve. They can't speak out for themselves and rely on us. They trust us, rely on us and love us.

We should be sure to give those same things to them in return.