Easy to Love
Meet Rafiki.
Our family welcomed this little
scrap of orange fluff over five years ago. He was the runt of two litters and
had been rejected by both mothers. For several days, he had to be hand-fed as
he hovered between life and death.
Too weak to mew, the only sound Rafiki made in
his early weeks was a surprisingly strong purr. He frequently got stuck behind
furniture, but we always found him by calling his name and listening for “that
purr.”
Rafiki is, by far, the most “people cat” we’ve
ever had. He is my husband’s little lamb, following Daniel everywhere he goes,
purring up a storm the entire time.
When I lie down with a book, he cuddles up
on my chest and puts his around my neck in a fond embrace, purring 3.0+ on the
Richter scale.
He sleeps at the foot of our bed, and every time we stir, no
matter how slightly, he begins to purr. He can be dead asleep on the couch, but
if I simply walk into the room, I’ll hear “that purr” of welcome.
It’s so easy to love Rafiki. He started out
helpless and cute, and he’s grown up to be loyal and regal. Best of all, he
absolutely adores us. Which makes it so very easy to adore him back.
Hard to Love
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