SPORTSTER'S MOTHER'S DAY TRIBUTE
I'm honoring my mom, Judy Howard, this Mother's Day. Because of her, I am special. Not many cats have followed in my paw prints.
I experienced my first mother’s day May, 2005. I was eighteen days old and snuggling with my siblings and mom, who lived in a dirt cave behind the bushes that lined the golf course. I only knew warmth, safety and a full belly. Life was good.
I must have dozed off when the man swept me up. Terrified, I squirmed but his big hands enclosed me like a cage.
That was the day my life changed. I met Judy. On that day I never dreamed I would live the life I am living. Ten mother’s days have passed. I know of no other cat who has walked in my paw prints. This is a tribute to my mom.
And she dresses me up. But I am a celebrity now. The demands as co-author of Judy's first two books, my own blog, and my own book coming out this year are never ending.
Photo shoots are a necessity in marketing. We don't stay on the top limb without a lot of caterwauling.
All in all, as I review my time with my mom, my life is full of adventure.
How many cats have considered kayaking? ...
... Or traveled across the country with their friends Tweety Bird and Birdy Bird?
...or prayed on a mountain top?
Because of my mom, I have meditated along the waters of Slidell, Louisiana.