28: My Glory

28: My Glory

From Chicken Soup for the Soul: I Can't Believe My Cat Did That!

My Glory

A bit of fragrance always clings to the hand that gives roses.

~Chinese Proverb

Months after we lost our longtime companion of sixteen years, we were delighted to receive a call from someone who knew of a cat that desperately needed a home. Glory fit into our empty nest immediately. She seemed to get to know us personally. A “designer breed,” she is a mix of Ragdoll and Siamese, making her a Ragamese.

She arranges her schedule to meet ours. She watches her favorite television program every night curled alongside us. She goes to get her bedtime snack at the same time as my husband. She loves people and hates unoccupied rooms.

One day, sitting in traffic during the long ride home, I wondered how I had made it through the drawn-out day at work. I was bone-weary by the time I arrived at my dimly lit house. I was in no hurry to go inside since my husband was in the hospital for the third time that year. Hesitantly, I entered to face the quiet.

I threw my jacket and keys down on the table, and with an audible sigh, fell back into the comfortable chair that was the only thing to welcome me.

Much to my surprise, Glory pranced proudly through the hallway with a single rose clenched in her mouth! Dropping it at my feet, she couldn’t have possibly known what that meant to me. Could she? Somehow she had removed the flower from the vase and brought it to me — a special delivery that quickly changed my mood. The overturned vase, the water glistening on the mahogany wood, only made me smile.

I have always loved to receive flowers, but never more than that lonely day when I came home from work so dejected and Glory presented me with a rose.

~Verna Bowman

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