One of the missions of this series is simple, but not always easy:
to spend the holidays doing what I want β not what Iβm told I should want.
Today, that looks like coming home, flopping onto the couch, and letting my cat absorb my bad energy like itβs her full-time job.
If youβve ever spent time with Kitty, you know she has this uncanny ability to sense when Iβm not okay. On my good days, sheβs politely indifferent. On my bad days? Suddenly sheβs glued to me like a tiny, judgment-free therapist in fur form.
Today was a rougher day than usual. The kind that leaves you feeling a little hollow and extra tender. I came home, didnβt say a word, and she immediately climbed onto me in her very specific βthis is happening whether you like it or notβ kitty way. And somehowβ¦ it worked. The heaviness softened. I laughed. I breathed again.
To my fellow hopeless romantics:
today, I hope you show yourself a little love β not by chasing something grand or missing what isnβt there, but by noticing what you already have in abundance. The everyday. The small comforts. The quiet magic that shows up for you when you least expect it.
And if youβre lucky enough to have someone (or some tiny creature of the night) who knows how to hold you without words... tell them a little thank you from me for taking care of you. Even if they respond by walking away five minutes later.
Today, Iβm thankful for Kitty. πΎ
And for the reminder that love doesnβt always look the way we imagine β sometimes it purrs.
β¨
with love,
your felka
marsi
2025-12-13 05:24:35 +0000 UTC