I have this blog for myself, and I have a separate blog for my cats. I try to keep this one for my own thoughts and I try to leave the cats to theirs (with some usually unseen help on my part). But sometimes, both blogs intersect.
Yesterday was a case in point. I read about 80 cat blogs every few days (for my own pleasure and to help my cats keep in touch with their friends). You never know what you are going to find when you visit one. One cat will have just caught its first mouse, another may report the death of a beloved old cat, another may have had a trip to the vet.
Sometimes I read a serious story about a cat that brings me to tears. I have read many of them over the years. Sometimes about lost cats, sometimes about cats killed in sad ways, sometimes about rescued cats. Isn't it odd how both happy and sad stories can bring tears to us?
Today I'm writing about an old neglected cat who found a friendly home to pass her last days. I won't repeat the whole story here; it is written so much better at Max, The Psychokitty.
There aren't many sad endings that also feel happy when you stop crying. If you haven't read that post, go there now! Go there NOW!