Last night, I was lying in bed thinking about Tyler and others who have passed away recently. There were no tears or remorse for I know I do the best I can under the circumstances and at times am allowed to do more than most. The four siamese were in the room- but only Cooper was laying near me. He likes to be on my feet for some reason.

Suddenly, I felt movement on the bed all around me and all of the babies came up to join me. For the first time since they arrived at Christmas, I was able to pet and be with all of them. It was truly amazing. Then the two blue kids from upstairs came down and joined them and we were all cuddling together. It was a moment of joy for me that these cats finally realized that they could trust me and they somehow knew their presence next to me would bring me comfort.

When I woke up this morning, they were all still on the bed although not all of them huddled next to me. I got up and of course they scattered. I went upstairs to see how Truman was doing. He is still hiding under the futon since being returned a few days ago. I sat down on the ground and stuck my hand under the futon and asked the futon if it was hiding a kitty named Truman. I wiggled my fingers and just started talking nonsense when I felt his head come in contact with my hand. Slowly by inches he crawled out of hiding, looked up at me and raised up and head-bumped me so hard I thought I would fall over! He repeated this several times then went back under the futon where he apparently feels the safest.

it was as if the cats were saying to me- “Yes mom, Tyler is gone but we are here,” and that is all I need- confirmation that these cats are finally trusting humans again and soon will be able to move on and bless someone else’s life as richly as they have blessed mine.