Have a seat, this will take a while.
Grab a glass of wine or a cup of something.
You see, I adore animals. Which I'm sure you already know.
My mom... not so much.
She actually DID NOT like cats, or dogs for that matter. She had told us that when she was young and asleep, a cat parked itself on top of her. When she woke up, the cat was starring at her.
SHE SCREAMED bloody murder!!!
Mom always told me, "If I COME BACK, I BETTER NOT COME BACK AS A CAT".
When she was in the hospital, not HOSPICE, I joked with her saying, "mom, if you do come back as a cat, could you just come and see me? Just come knocking at my door to let me know you are up in heaven would you?
While in Franklin with my girls, driving back from Asheville, we got out of the car at Jeanne's house and all of a sudden I hear a "MEOWWWW, MEOWWWW", and Jeanne says
"WE DON'T HAVE CATS HERE, WHAT THE HECK IS A CAT DOING HERE"?
That was the beginning to a very emotional evening with BOOTS the cat.
He would NOT leave me alone. He mushed and mushed my feet and legs, and if you take another good look at his left side of his little mouth, you'll see bubbles/spit where he kept drooling and drooling getting me soaking wet ( I had a pretty white dress on, but I didn't care) Did you know when a cat drools, it means they are very happy? YUP.
So BOOTS and I cuddled up in a blanket on Jeanne's cabin porch till 2:00AM
( I washed that blanket Jeanne, I hope it's ok).
BOOTS would not leave me. He curled up, put his head next to my 💗 and slept, making such strange sounds.
It was a beautiful starry night,
and the moon was beautiful *remember when mom died, I had noticed the moon like I had never set eyes on it before?
Of course I cried. Of course I knew that BOOTS had come to tell me everything was ok up there in heaven. Of course it was a sign.
I left the blanket on the chair for BOOTS.
I had a peak at 5:00 am and saw him there all curled up nice and comfy.
Claudia woke up before me, and told me BOOTS was waiting.
That's when he got a little more of this,
We had to leave and drive back to Asheville to the airport, and all I could think about was BOOTS and saying goodbye to my sistas.
Would he be ok? Would he miss me?
Would he find a forever home?
Jeanne promised me she would take care of BOOTS, because, you know, it's my mom in them BOOTS, and Jeanne is my great friend/second mom/sista that knows me too well.
... but it wasn't meant to be.
When Jeanne got home, BOOTS was no where to be found.
I want to believe that it was a sign.
A four legged sweet little kitty that needed some loving, and knew I needed some reassurance.