A new chapter in the ongoing saga of Ebby, a travelin' cat...Many of you are familiar with the story about the journey that brought Ebony to my home to live. You know she's an older cat, that I'm her 3rd home, and that she's extremely fearful of everything. A sense of security has been established in the year+ she has lived here, but it's only a drop in the bucket compared to what life should be for her. ***BUT***mark the calendar!! December 5th was a RED LETTER DAY!! A BIG B for bravery, and an A+ for effort and a gold star for success.
The overnight snow brought the need for shoveling to my walk and patio. And as you know, Ebby has her own special footstool(upholstered no less for cushiony comfort)by the big front window. She has a spectacular 180 degree view of the world outside. And she's a 'watcher'. The birds, the weather, and whatever is happening out there...she watches.
Yesterday the sound of a truck and footsteps in the complex brought her to her stool about 9 a.m. I watched the Walton's with one eye, and Ebony with the other....LOL.
Normally a ringing doorbell, a slammed car door, footsteps on the sidewalk all send her flying for the bedroom and the under bed safety cats need.
But yesterday she sat and watched the blue jean legs of the shoveler walk up my driveway, she watched him shovel by the garage door...and then....I held my breath thinking "ok, now she'll go flying for the bedroom", she watched him begin to shovel the sidewalk. Gosh....he was only about 3+ feet from where she sat...and she watched. Her ears flickered, she looked at me and then back at him..and she kept watching. The walk is short...maybe 8 or 9 feet to the patio. He got closer to the patio...she kept watching. More ear flickerings, but she sat and watched. Oh, oh..the sound changed as he began to clear off the cement slab. He bumped the railing and then the door, just slightly...and still she watched.
By now I am holding my breath and totally ignoring the Walton's...I watched Ebby sit on her stool and watch the guy who shovels. She was still there to watch him cross the street to Rosie's unit. No big deal, you say???? You have no idea how BIG all this really is in the continuing story of Ebby, a travelin' cat. If your furry friend is secure, loving and trusting...give him/her/them a big hug and count your blessings...*VBS*, maybe Ebby and I will get to that place yet *S*
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