The blessing of having had a cat

Our cat under the woolen blanket


Our cat loved fleece more than any other material!




Taking a siesta in the shadows during the hot midday sun.


Last night I got a phone call from my other country.

Our dear cat had died.

Of old age.


We estimate she was now around 21 or 22 years old,

because she was already a grownup cat when we

got to know her, nearly 19 years ago.



So much love in such a little body.

So much intelligence (yes!) in such a small brain.

So much pleasure from such a small creature.


I am sad she is dead.

I am glad she shared our lives for the long time she was here.


We have been truely blessed by knowing this cat.
An ordinary cat that adopted us.
An ordinary cat that became very special to us.