The "Doo" of my love.

This old man is my boy, Jeremiah. He's been with me for 11 years, going on 12. I don't know where he came from originally. A friend and I heard him crying for help when he was just a kitten stuck in a tree. None of the neighbors in the area claimed him, and he absolutely clung to me. Now he happily orders me around on a daily basis, and snuggles with me when I don't feel good.

I have to confess that I never would have chosen a cat, but I have come to love him and appreciate his presence in my life to such an extent that I can't imagine what life would be like without him. Praise God for bringing such a wonderful creature into my life.

Happy Sabbath~