This month I have cat clients galore. Scat Cat and Misty, Pushkin, Bee, Diablo, Prado, Kazi, Snow Pea, Lily and Omar.
I have a picture of my beloved cat ‘Breakfast’ on the fridge. It has been ten years since I buried her at the very back of my garden, where she liked to take naps. I could see the place from my bedroom window. I even tied a little japanese bell to the maple branch above her resting place, wanting to make sure the wind would not let me forget. There was no need. She still has my heart.
The people who call me to care for their felines are not the kind of people who ask me to ‘check in every once in a while’. They want me to have a relationship with the being who has their heart.
They leave me detailed lists of what’s to be done. The quirks/desires/dislikes, who should get what, when; the meds and how to administer them with utmost care. They describe the games, the naps, the neck scratches, which brush, which treat, which bowl and how full or empty it should be.
And that is indeed what I give. I read short stories of their lives together. I tell Misty to please eat her treats with the pills hidden inside. I tell Omar that he will be strong as an ox, while injecting his heart medication. I whisper to Kazi about his person, swimming in warm oceans and walking in sands soft as silk.
Almost every day I send them a picture a text, an email, a little movie. This is my life, I say, with the one who accompanies you through yours. All is well here.
And when it is time to leave, I write the shortest of notes; my presence no longer needed. They have stories to tell.
See you out back…
Tip of the day: don’t hesitate to write every word, every detail, and use as many pages as you need to feel comfortable that your sitter has all the information needed. Ask for texts and emails. I would!