I am not a cat person. It’s strange because I was born into a cat house. I grew up with Gnat and Zipper who were catchers of chipmunks, outdoor explorers and loved members of our family. And while I loved them with all my heart, there has never been any mistaking that I am a dog person. If there is such a thing as guardian angels, Cooper is mine. But regardless of what animal I find my kindred spirit in, I loved those cats of my childhood and somewhere along the way forgot what that feline friendship can be like.
Of course it would take one as brave and regal as King Arthur to remind me. He is the kindred spirit and guardian angel of one of my dearest friends and today we bonded when I had the privilege of picking him up from the vet. We sat on a carpet, ear scratching and belly rubbing and I was reminded that cats aren’t quite as bad as I have been making them out to be. In fact, they are quite delightful! Thank you, King Arthur.