Now, I love all my kids equally, but Ashley was without a doubt my cat, as much as any cat can be anyone else’s. I was her human is probably the correct way to put it. I was her favorite human. She was always by my side, much like Fibble is now.
I loved that little cat, so much so that when we changed living room furniture I had to find a chair that wasn’t just comfortable for me but for Ashley as well. She always laid at my left shoulder. (Wow, Sam! On your left!) So I would look for a chair that had a cushion where she could make her spot.
I hadn’t realized until just now that Fibble does the same thing. She likes to lay on my left. This chair is a lot higher so it’s probably a “looking down on the mere human” type of thing.
I’ve been watching Fibble lately, she has developed some nerve issues in her back. Not really bad, just sensitive enough to make her a little edgy. I’ll catch her out of the corner of my eye in the kitchen, bathroom, bedroom, etc. and I just watch to make sure that everything’s okay. She is very important to me, she gives me comfort, and I want to return that favor.
Here’s the thing though.
I’ll see her out of the corner of my eye in the kitchen and then walk into the living room and she’s asleep in our chair. This is all in the space of ten seconds.
That’s not Fibble I’m catching out of the corner of my eye sometimes. It’s Ashley.
It sounds crazy. I sound crazy. But this does happen.
I think what I’ve got is a guardian angel. She’s just helping Fibble, her younger sister, watch over me.