Happy August to you. I trust it will come as no surprise that this month finds our Brielle perfectly…happy.
As kittens fly around her like sugar-high acrobats, Brielle remains serene. I can convince myself there’s a glimmer of amusement in her golden gaze as she watches Piccadilly, Papillon and Marceline frolic. But, in her gentle, introverted way, Brielle stays out of the frantic fray.
Brielle is as pragmatic as she is peaceful, and so she’s found a way to make the kittens’ presence work for her. It didn’t take our Bri very long to discover the following equation:
Hamster-sized felines + Community Room = Community Room full of squealing humans
(Nobel Mathematics prize committee, Brielle awaits your consideration.)
Prim though she may appear, Brielle’s secretly a big fan of squealing, soft-hearted humans. And so the kittens provide a perfect, tiny, squeaking bait. The micro-cats may draw folks to the Community Room…but it’s Brielle who makes them stay.
I see it happen on an almost daily basis. The hordes of humanity arrive, fuss over the kittens, flap their arms in overwhelmed excitement…and then…see…Brielle.
“Oooh,” say the hordes. “Who is she?”
I feel a bit like a proud mama as I pronounce, “That’s our Brielle…and she is magnificent.”
Of course, as you know and I know, that last clause is redundant. Once they’ve glimpsed our girl, visitors know they’re in the presence of feline brilliance, beauty and bliss. Our tiny tuxie’s quiet magnetism draws them. Within minutes, the most kitten-crazed visitors find themselves stroking and swooning over our luminous little adult.
Somehow, all this extra attention has not yet translated into an adoption. But Brielle’s not losing her peace over this — or, indeed, over anything. Ever. Brielle continually schools me in serenity. For that, as for all things Brielle, I am grateful.
And as always, I am ever so grateful to you, dear sponsors. Thank you for loving our girl with all your hearts, and lavishing her with your generous care. Have a beautiful August.