Welcome to Sunday All Day Brunch. This is an open topic thread so help yourself to the goodies. Today we are serving Pumpkin Spice Coffee and Chocolate, Chocolate Chip Cookies. Pull up a seat and let us know what is new in your life or what is on your mind. Today I’m thinking of my cat, Pixie.

Pixie first came into our home when my Mom was alive. She quickly became Mom’s cat and it was funny trying to teach a person who had never been owned by a cat how this whole thing really worked. Pixie was very good at getting Mom to sit down so she could climb on her lap and take a nap. She loved sitting on Mom’s lap. Many days I would come home and Mom would plead with me to take Pixie so she could get something done.

The other lap Pixie loved was my brother Mike. Especially after Mom died Pixie would spend a lot of time on Mike’s lap. Mike would be so happy after his kitty lap time.

Pixie wasn’t much for sitting on my lap. It was as if she relegated my lap to Merlin as having prior claims. She was more then happy to make me her person after we lost Mom but she didn’t push Merlin completely away. She lets Merlin have the bed with me until around three in the morning when he moves to the couch. I will wake up with Pixie at my side then.

The last week though Pixie has wanted to be on my lap for long periods of time. She will often stay there while I watch a movie. I have come to the conclusion that she is a very perceptive cat. Mom needed to take it easy with her bad heart. Pixie made sure she got lots of lap time because Mom would not put her off of her lap. With Pixie on her lap Mom had to get the rest she needed with her bad heart. Mike was prone to depression. Pixie made sure he got lots of lap time because it made him happy.

Pixie knows Mom isn’t coming back. She was with her when she died and stayed with her for over twelve hours until Mike came home. She last saw Mike in March when he was down here. I think Pixie realizes that Mike will never come back. She realizes that I am hurting because of my brother’s death and she is making sure that I have lots of love and attention from her. She does something with me she didn’t do for the others who held her. Pixie reaches up and pats me on the face. It is as if she is saying, “It’s okay Mom I’m here for you.” Pixie is my little love bug now and she is such a comfort.


Originally posted to Street Prophets on Sun Oct 07, 2012 at 06:31 AM PDT.

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