“What greater gift than the love of a cat.” Charles Dickens
This is my sketch of Blossom.
I’m checking in on her while her owners are away. She is a sweet, small, very soft kitty.
She usually greets me as I get out of my car. We go inside and fill her food and water. Then we spend time together sitting on the front porch listening to the birds.
Blossom lives a good life. She can come inside or go outside as she pleases through a cat door. Outside are lovely gardens, patios, a pond, woods and a large barn. Could a cat ask for more?
When I leave, she sits and watches me from the path with her one paw raised, just like Lassie did at the end of the show. Did you watch Lassie? Remember the end when the credits rolled? Is that sweet or what.
