Caring Animals

My cats always know when I’m not okay. Just the other day, I was sitting on the couch with my pen and pad, trying to write about something that really hurt. The memories were horrific, and I was having a very difficult time with it. I was stuck back in that world again, oblivious to what was happening around me at the moment, when suddenly one of my cats climbed onto my lap, crawled up my chest, and kissed my cheek with his cold wet nose. I came out of my current state, and looked at him. He had a very solemn look on his face and was purring. He very quietly meowed. Sounded as though there was a question mark at the end of that comment. I wiped away my tears, and told him I was okay. He stepped down off my chest and curled up in my lap. There was no way he was going to leave me alone. He knew I needed him.