A visit from Kerrie

I know it was you dear sister… who else could it have been?

Tonight, I was sitting on my front steps, talking to Mom about one of the saddest things taking place in my life. I look down the street and I see this cat walking down the side walk. It’s about five houses away, and looking very determined..

As I am talking to mom, I’m watching the cat.. closer.. closer.. walking even closer.. wondering when it will get scared of me moving around and run off. But it doesn’t.

The darn thing walks right up to my steps… climbs each one, looking very determined and then sits and looks at me. As I am telling mom about this, the cat starts walking behind me, rubbing itself against my back, purring, walking back and forth all while continuously making sure it is touching me like it is trying to caress me and make me feel better.

I tell mom this and she says, ” It’s Kerrie…”. I look at the cat and I see its one eye.. closed shut. Just like my Ker-Bear..

The cat keeps rubbing up against me, circling me, purring and letting me pet her and then I look at her and say, “Kerrie, I love you, but you are getting cat hair all over my new black shirt.”

The cat rubs up against me one more time, looks me in the face and then silently walks away and disappears into the bushes.

I love you Kerrie… and I am so grateful that some symbol of you came to me when I really needed it.

Don’t worry.. I can wash the shirt 🙂