A Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood

Lately I’ve felt overwhelmed. Between our crazy political situation, the virus that never ends, being separated for way too long from my children and grandchildren, and the heartbreaking loss of our beloved kitty, Scout, I’ve been tempted to just go to bed and not get up until life feels worth living again.

My husband, Studly Doright has always been a “glass that’s more than half full” kind of guy, but he has been devastated by Scout’s death—so much so that he seriously considered dropping out of a golf tournament. That’s just unheard of, and he finally decided he’d go ahead and play because other golfers were depending on him.

Yesterday morning, before he left for the tournament he kissed me goodbye and with tears in his eyes said, “We really don’t want to live in a house without a cat, do we?”

I could only shake my head.

“Go find a cat who needs us,” he said.

And so I did. Meet Gracie:


This precious rescue kitty was languishing in a showcase at PetCo when we first met. When I spoke to her she stuck her nose through one of the holes and said “hi!”

Now, she’s keeping me company on the sofa.

Gracie is just over a year old and came to a local shelter as a pregnant feral cat. After her kittens were weaned, each one found a home, leaving Gracie on her own in the shelter.

She’d been adopted twice, and returned both times. The first family discovered that their child was allergic to cats, the other family had a dog who felt threatened by her. We’re her lucky third chance.

Gracie is doing well here at Doright Manor, but we can tell she’s a bit reluctant to go all in. And who could blame her? She really likes our screened-in back porch, and spent much of the evening perched on the cat tree Studly made for Scout.

When we turned in for the night she sat at the foot of the bed watching us for a long time. Studly tried to coax her to come closer, but she snubbed his efforts. I thought maybe in a week or so she’d feel comfortable enough to snuggle with us.

But I woke up around one a.m. and her sweet little face was just inches from mine. She’d curled up next to my head and was so deeply asleep that she didn’t even twitch when I extricated myself from the covers to make a trip to the bathroom. When I returned and slid back into bed she opened one eye as if to say, “Make up your mind, lady.”

I must admit to feeling like we rushed into adopting a new cat so soon after losing Scout. There was a moment of panic after I’d paid the adoption fee and realized I was now in a committed relationship with this little girl. But, Studly was right. I really don’t want to live in a house without a cat. And magically, I feel like I have a reason to get out of bed again.

Peace, people!

Author: nananoyz

I'm a semi-retired crazy person with one husband and two cats.

46 thoughts on “A Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood”

  1. She’s gorgeous! There are reasons I don’t even walk by the cats up for adoption when we go get cat food. I’d be the crazy cat lady with a hundred cats because I can’t help but melt when I see them in cages or behind glass. So glad you adopted! Hopefully she will settle in soon!

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  2. Oh wow, she is STUNNING. It’s difficult times to be living in, to be sure. But cats do make things better, and I am sure she will settle in like one of the family in no time at all! And her being a reason to get out of bed again is a wonderful thing indeed!

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  3. How lovely she is. Not a replacement for Scout for that would be impossible. But a needy girl with her own character to wow you with. Well done you. x

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  4. She is a lucky cat that is no longer on the street fighting for every little morsel of food and getting hounded by the male cats who have only one thing on their mind. She is beautiful! You Studley is pretty awesome, knowing what would make you happy! Kudos to him! 🙂

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      1. I’m sure he would miss you equally as much! Hope he wouldn’t tell Gracie, “now, we don’t want to live without a mommie in the house, do we?” Sorry! I’m losing my shit! LOL! The election has both me and Frank on edge! My unemployment has exhausted and Florida is in worse shape now than we were in April! Thanks to mini-me! Ugh!

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      2. He’s always told me he’s not meant to be single. I just hope he waits at least a week to replace me.

        Sorry to hear about your unemployment running out. Our damned governor is an ass.

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      3. I think he would grieve for at least a month!
        LOL! 🙂

        Guess what? I just went back into my profile today and there is another 39 week Pandemic Unemployment Assistance. I’m good again through next year. If covid was to get handled and jobs come back, then I’d rather have that, but in the meantime, I’ll just keep working my little business and try to get it to where I can someday make a profit. 🙂

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