Onyx, the Ebony Cat

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I have fallen deeply in love with Onyx, the ebony cat. His soft fur shines and he lights up my world.  My friend, Rose, (who I am staying with while I get my life together) adopted him two months ago and we have become fast friends.  He is three years old and seems wise beyond his years.  We play together, cuddle together; he purrs, I say inane things to him. (I keep my most silly talk to private times when we are alone.)  I call him friend because what else would you call someone who calms, comforts and cares for you?  Okay, perhaps I am guilty of some level of anthropomorphism.  But, I tell you, it is uncanny how he appears at my side when I am starting to slide into the blues.  He’ll hop onto the bed as I sit journaling and start to purr at me and it stops my descent into the pits.

In the morning, as I sip my coffee and read blogs and devotions and try to enter the day with something resembling hope, he hops onto the arm of the chair, reaches for my shoulder, and places his front paws on it.  Then, he bites my head!  I feel so honored and loved and suddenly glad to be alive. And I giggle when they turn into multiple love bites.

Sometimes I bury my nose into his warm fur and just breathe in and out.  It is truly a Zen moment.  I love this beautiful cat and he is safe to love. How often do we love where we shouldn’t and end up hurt or disappointed?

Perhaps I need to get a life!  But, until I do, I am going to hang out with a cat named Onyx.

photos from Bing

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8 thoughts on “Onyx, the Ebony Cat

  1. Beautiful! Also, I think you already have a life and a big part of it is your sweetie named Onyx. My sweet Piper is a huge part of how I stay positive. Animals just know when we need help and they offer their help and their love with no conditions. It’s beautiful.

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  2. How lovely and how loving. So glad for you that you have this friend right now. I can honestly say that my dogs and cats are the reasons I am still alive. In my darkest times, their love and trust, and their need for me, kept me getting out of bed and functioning. There is indeed something so calming and grounding about burying your face in their fur and just breathing them in.

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