I suppose that title could imply a great many things. :)
Where my 6 year old has placed my car keys, for example.
Ooh, or perhaps where I intend to hide my Daddy's paddle no that I have it. :)
But, for today, that title refers to where we meet our friends.
I have a very small handful of human beings that I consider my "true friends" I have many, many acquaintances but only a select few "friends" that I know would do anything to help me should I need it, and vice versa.
Now, being an animal lover, I have quite a few more 4-legged friends than 2-legged ones. An animal never has ill intent, will never lie to you, rarely talk back and will be loyal to their last day.
I have a photographic memory in most things so I can easily recall when, where and how I met most of my true friends.
This post is simply in memory of one of them.
His name was Saffron, and he was a gorgeous, loving ball of fluff and amusement. Saffron was a kitty and I met him via Blogger. :) I know many of you are scratching your heads right now, or at least shaking them thinking I am crazy.....I assure you, I am not.
Saffron belonged to my Mama. She and I connected here, via my blog, more than 2 years ago.
Now, one of three things will naturally occur most every time she & I talk by phone: #1. The call will drop ; #2. The police will show up at her house/pull me over ; or #3. Saffron and I will talk. Thankfully, number three was the most common (though the other two happen at an alarming rate).
As soon as he noticed it was me on the phone, he would make a point of howling to let me know he was starved.....or at the very least had forgotten where his food was. Or he would jump into Mama's lap and purr so loudly I could hear him all the way across the country. He was a darling. I have never been particularly fond of cats, as I prefer dogs.....but this little kitty pawed his way into my heart. I even sign my emails to Mama : "Kiss Saffron for me. Love you." :)
Yesterday was my 29th birthday, but it also ended up being the day Mama had to say "good bye" to dear Saffron. He lived 18 long, lovely years with her since she rescued him as a kitten. I was with Daddy when I got the email and had to call and check on Mama. I only wish I could have been there to hug her......and my furry brother, Saffron, before he had to go.
I miss him already, our last call simply wasn't the same without his insistent howl.
I love you, Saffron....the gorgeous ball of orange fluff that I met via Blogger, talked with by phone, and fell in love with on opposite coasts of the country. You were a *very* special & loved cat. XOXO