I wish you can hear what I am hearing right now.

I'm sitting here in my green recliner in the livingroom, paper at hand, and cat in my lap.  I am at peace; all is right with my world.  No worries.

My cat is lying in my lap, paws hanging off my leg, purring her furry little head off.  She feels warm on my legs, and it seems to ease the pain of old age.  It's as though I have a living electric blanket covering my legs. 

She has the loudest purr in the world.

It's heavenly!

I adopted "Eclair" at the shelter several months back; it was love at first sight.  Back then, "Eclair" was a scrawny little runt of a kitten, sadly lacking love; she was getting ready to be put down when I came upon the scene. 

Let's just say I convinced the animal people to let me have her.

It has been nothing but happy times ever since, especially when she began to fill out, gain weight.  She went from scrawny kitten to furry, purry cat.

"Eclair" was a deep sable brown-and-white Norwegian Forest Cat.  She had gold eyes and long, thick fur, not to mention, a fully bushed tail, tall ears, and a ruffle around her neck, like a collar.  She was gorgeous!

Still is.  "Eclair" is the happiest cat I've ever met; nothing really fazes her. 

Other than going to the vet, that is. 

I swear, whenever I drag out the cat carrier, she seems to know somewhere in the deep, dark recesses of her kittycat mind what's up.  Then she goes into "let's-disappear-so-mistress-can-find-me" mode.

"Eclair" absolutely loathes going to the vet!

"Eclair" brings me joy every day.  She makes me laugh with her antics; she has a whole bagful of tricks that never ceases to amaze, entertain me.  She can play fetch like a dog, she comes when I call her name, and she purrs constantly!  She has an easy, laid-back "purr"sonality that I find endearing.

My friends, when they come over, just adore her:  they love her nearly as much as I do.  When they visit, she turns on her purring machine, manages to charm the socks off them.  She is very popular here at the Golden Acres Assisted Living Center, where I now live.

Sometimes, if it's not too bad out, I take "Eclair" out on a walk.  I put her on her leash, or in her cat carrier, and away we go.  She loves being outdoors, especially if on her leash:  that way, she can go exploring, investigating each new smell, enjoying the feel of the wind ruffling her fur, and delighting in the fresh pine-scented air.

My daughter comes over to help give her a bath once a week.  I try to keep her in pristine condition, take her to the vet when she's sick or for a checkup (once I find her, that is), make sure she gets the proper nutrients in her meal. 

I spend plenty of playtime with her, making sure she gets the proper amount of exercise.

"Eclair" is the best thing to happen to me.  When I first came here, I was depressed; I wanted to be back home in my house, but age, health failed me, so now I'm here. 

I can take care of myself, but if I ever need help, it's made available by doctors and nurses who stay on the premises to help out in any way they can.

I have the added bonus of friends, both human and feline. 

Well, "Eclair" jumped down from my lap; she's meowing.  Guess she wants her breakfast.  Before she decides to make my leg a meal, I'd best feed her before there's any bloodshed.  LOL 

I hope you enjoyed my cat "tail"; my chocolate-colored "Eclair" is certainly the cat's meow!  I'm glad I told you about her!  She is certainly the reason why I enjoy life now!