|The story of Peanut as told
by his human.
Peanut was Mom's cat. I think he was her Guardian, though others have
decribed him as a moocher and only in it for himself. But I saw Peanut
differently. He was in love with Mom. He slept at the foot of her bed, on
his special coverlet. And if she slept in later than Peanut thought natural,
he would carefully paw at her arm to waken her.
Once awake, Mom would gingerly walk down the hallway using her walker,
with Peanut either leading or, all too often, a bit under her feet. Once
Mom was ensconced in her customary seat in the kitchen, watching the televison,
Peanut would paw at her silently and beg. For food, treats, attention, who
knows? He pawed at her a lot and stared at her pitifully like he was starving.
For something. One morning, Peanut was unable to rouse Mom from her sleep.
He tried, but to no avail. He seemed to know that she would never wake again,
and he jumped off the bed and stood guard at its foot. He shied away from
Mom's only son cares for Peanut now, maybe a bit begrudgingly. And he
gets pawed at, continually, as he works at his computer at the kitchen table.
What is Peanut trying to say? We love you Mom, and we miss you, especially
Peanut. Even if he is a persistant beggar, he was a loyal friend and guardian.
God bless him, and God bless us all.