I worry over the stressful times when the shiny bottom of my food dish appears.
Yet I'm thrilled by the happy times when a plate of smoked salmon lays before me, or when I get to lick the cream that clings to the rim of Judy's coffee mug.
Sometimes life gives me a fresh clean-smelling litter box when only the day before I struggled the with a rank, crowded bathroom which provided no place to squat.
Life is a page turner.
Faith is ...
Believing the black, bad times pave the way for warm, bright places.
Nature's beauty calms my soul and quiets my mind. I never tire of my life on the road.
I watch squirrels and rabbits scamper past our door and lizards bask on rocks heated by the sun. I contemplate my tail and why it twitches before I ponce on the big bug meandering across my path. And still, I dream of far off places.
I wonder about life and what is to come. Will it be tuna or salmon tonight?
I never ponder more than a few hours at a time, because, really, that is all any of us have.
My evenings are neon-lit sunsets my nights, fluorescent from a full moon or glittering from the limited light of a Russian moon.
Besides, my treats are running low.