As I strolled up the walkway to our house at noon yesterday, I caught something orange in my peripheral vision. It was a flower. My hibiscus plant bloomed.
Since I brought this plant home a year ago, it’s been teetering on the brink of death. It never grows, although occasionally it gets tiny buds that just fall off shortly after they form. It’s a sad and pathetic plant that I’d been contemplating putting out of its misery.
Now look at this!
I rushed through the door to get a closer look at this botanical miracle to find our cats sharing a pillow. For many multiple cat owners this isn’t a big deal. Lots of kitties share space and cuddle while they sleep. Ours don’t. They’re not pals. After living under the same roof for over 6 years, they still barley tolerate each other. Maya, one with spots, is a bully, while Gwendolyn is a loner. Seeing them a few inches apart without any growling, hissing or swatting was positively touching.
Still stunned by the unprecedented events in the living room, I went to the kitchen to see if anything incredible had happened in there since breakfast. A deli spread perhaps? No such luck, but I enjoyed my lunch anyway, with my pretty flower and tandem sleeping cats.