We have an old, old cat, approaching 20 years of age. Sherry and I have had Alice Pea Tucker since she was just a little kitty. We love her so much and we share stories of her many exciting moments throughout her lifetime. There was a span of fifteen years where our property was a danger zone for any curious mouse. And when Alice Pea wanted to hide out in our house, the FBI Special Cat Unit would never have been able to detect her whereabouts.
Now she roams our home, negotiating her way up and down our stairway and making a meowing noise that can best be interpreted as, “Where the hell is Sherry?”
She likes to sit on Sherry’s shoulder, her head against Sherry’s cheek. She breathes and drops spittle into Sherry’s ear as if sharing a good secret. Sherry’s shoulder is the only place she is willing to sit. I’m amazed at the love and patience my wife shows toward Alice Pea Tucker.
Alice Pea Tucker got me thinking about how I’m getting up there in age and where my most comfortable position may be in future years. Yesterday, I reminded Sherry she has two shoulders.