Contentment. Satisfaction. Bliss.
It’s Muffin‘s trademark position. Sitting on the windowsill, gazing out into our backyard.
Since her operation, we’ve not dared let her upon that precarious perch. Today, as a stop-gap solution, I pulled up a chair and lifted her onto the cushion. Watchful of any misstep on her part, I sipped my coffee.
The little one settled down – and then remained motionless as a statue. After a while, I set down my empty mug and glanced into her face.
And saw contentment, satisfaction, bliss.
Curious, I lowered my head to her side, trying to see the world as she did.
For a few minutes, I too lost myself in the tranquil view out of our window.
Enjoyed the silence. The lovely, soft green of leaves, dazzling brightly as they caught the sun. The occasional waft of a cool early morning breeze.
And the close companionship of my dear friend, Muffin.
It was magical.
I wished the spell wouldn’t ever break.