Less than two weeks after Shadow and I lost our senior cat, Bear, I decided we’d mourned long enough. The house was a bit gloomy. Shadow moped. There’s an animal rescue shelter not a mile from where we live, so late on a Saturday afternoon I hopped in the car and headed for the shelter.
I sat and watched cats and kittens, and when I spotted L’il Bear, I knew he was just right for Shadow, who was now the senior cat. The little guy was four months old. At first, Shadow hissed just as I expected…
…but gosh, that didn’t slow down L’il Bear. He wanted to get better acquainted with Shadow, so he kept marching right up to him. It was no time at all before they became best friends. At first, L’il Bear couldn’t get close enough to Shadow, and Shadow loved it.
They adore each other, and once again we have a house filled with laughter. Mine. That little guy not only worships Shadow, but he chases him all over the house. And they tussle. Carefully. Several times a day.
One day, I caught this picture. The roles were reversed: L’il Bear was cuddling Shadow. And Shadow loved it. He loves to take naps with Li’l Bear and chase him all over the house, and he also loves being worshiped!
I hadn’t had the new baby quite two weeks when I had the chance to fly to Washington State for Christmas with my family. I found someone to care for the cats, and flew off to the Pacific Northwest for a week filled with family, new friends, frolics in the snow, and lots of interaction with some of the cutest nieces and nephews in the world.
When I got back, I transferred my photos to the computer, and L’il Bear thoroughly enjoyed watching the snow scenes.