Yogi
In the mist of trying to clean out my mother's home (while feeling the excruciating pain of losing her) a cat showed up on the front porch. He was skittish at first, running away from me when I tried to get near him. I put food out for him on the porch and in the garage. The weather was still very cold so at first he settled in the garage under a bunch of boxes I had tied together for recycling. He would not come close enough for me to pet him for several weeks. He was so frightened of any noises..any sudden movements.
Several times I thought I was rescuing him from the trees, but eventually understood that he climbed trees to sleep, to be safe from the dangers below. After time, he would see me, meow and walk down the tree limbs like they were a spiral staircase. He did not need a rescue...he had found a way to survive by seeking solace in the highest limbs of a tree.
I have been taught a valuable lesson of survival from a precious kitty who is a great survivor. He is not a feral cat; he is an abandoned cat. At times he purrs so loudly and hangs so closely to me now that I feel he is my BFF! He is loving, grateful, giving and devoted. He has taught me that love overcomes everything...pain, loss, anxiety, loneliness...his purring is so healing. A precious kitty...abandoned, unloved and neglected came to me and gave so much love that I now feel among the living again. Initially I named him Yogurt (he looked like Mel Brook's character Yogurt from the movie Space Balls when I first saw him), but now I call him Yogi, which means "master of oneself". Yogi is helping me to be the master of myself again. Love you Yogi! You are so precious!
SleepyYogi
