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Today’s writing prompt: Share one of the best gifts you’ve ever received.
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The daily writing prompt sometimes makes me snort but seldom provides a theme for my blog.
Today’s doesn’t either, in fact, because I only recently wrote about them, but I can’t not mention three such wonderful gifts.
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One time when I’d taken my cat Mohammed to the vet, she told that a local family was breeding Himalayans, which in due course I mentioned to Tim who had been Mohammed’s original owner.
It wasn’t that I expected to ever be in a position to take one of the kittens but cat people exchange such information.
Breeding turned out to be a gross exaggeration for what was going on in that household, I might point out.
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Breeding implies bloodlines and expensive certificates of pedigree.
Yeti’s people didn’t bother with any of that sort of nonsense.
Yeti’s lineage was probably quite pure but the kittens were produced regularly and sold off cheap which was much less inconvenient to the owners and overtime no doubt just as profitable.
Yeti and her siblings arrived in late November and the family wished to be rid of them before Christmas.
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My beautiful Balinese (fully certificated) was proving to be troublesome and I’d heard suggestions that he needed a feline companion, so I was half expecting an arrival, though I had no idea it would be a Himalayan.
It turned out that Kina was not agitating for a companion. He was campaigning for a different owner.
Which is a story in itself.
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So when Tim came over on the morning of December 23rd to collect my friend for an undisclosed outing, I told Kina he should brace himself.
Hearing the clatter of male footsteps on the stairs not long after, I opened my door and was mightily disappointed to not see a cat carrier.
But as my friend came to the top step, grinning ear to ear, I spied the tiniest paw sticking out of his parka.
She was the most special gift.
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Kina had been a gift as well, after I was so undone by the loss of Mohammed.
Many years later, my beloved Yeti passed on and I was once more presented with a Himalayan kitten: Thimphu.
Tim was purebred but I never did receive the papers, not that I cared. Soon after, the breeder moved or went out of business, or both and I had suspicions about her.
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It mattered not.
For his 8 short years, I got to care for tiny Tim, pictured here with his namesake, my travelling companion and purveyor of pussycats: Tim.
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The gift of Kina brought Yeti who in turn brought Thimphu.
No question, the best gifts ever.
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a simple wood table that my daughters bought for $7 at a secondhand shop, and I’ve used it for years in. my kitchen
My view is that the humblest or smallest physical things are best. I love your friends.
thanks, I’m a fan of small myself
Your choice of your three best gifts shows just how much you love cats! Any cat that ends up with you must think he/she is in cat paradise!
They truly were the best gifts for you, Carolyn.
Best wishes, Pete.