A very special day

Have you ever had one of those days that plods along in ordinary fashion, and then suddenly one unexpected moment turns it extraordinary? Well I had just such a day on Wednesday.

There I was, just lounging around, when Mama G came in from outside with a box under one arm and told me I had received a package. I didn’t believe it at first, but there was my name on the shipping label. I could hardly contain my excitement! Those Two, on the other hand, were at first worried it might be a bomb. They spend way too much time watching Forensic Files, Evil Women, Fear Thy Neighbor and other such TV shows. I don’t think it’s healthy.

Anyway, I couldn’t begin to imagine what could be in that box. Mama G helped me open it, since it’s hard to remove packing tape without opposable thumbs. She pulled out a beautiful water bowl — with my name on it! I wanted to squeal with delight, but since I’m a cat, squealing is not really my thing. A little gift card inside identified the sender as Joyce, a faithful reader who also happens to be my godmother.

Those of you who have been with me since the beginning of this adventure might remember that I was recently depressed one day, prompted by the sight of my old water bowl, which simply read “CAT,” like I was some generic, easily replaceable pet. Well, apparently Joyce was equally incensed at the insensitivity of Those Two and ordered me my new bowl.

Now Joyce has a lot on her plate these days, and I don’t mean Fancy Feast, so I was incredibly touched not only that she took my sadness seriously, but that she also made time to try to remedy it.

That one gesture of love and kindness gave me new hope for humans, and my water has never tasted better. Thanks Joyce, you made my day!