Needless to say, I wasn’t a very tolerant, patient. I was very restless and sometimes irritable from being able to do nothing, but walk from room to room in our home. Thank God for Nala! It seemed she would put on special shows just for me. She was very skillful at finding any item that might be lying about and making it into her play toy. Nala is a very active kitten and has brought me hours of enjoyment with her playful episodes, during my recovery. Her swift like movements as she bats around her new found toy actually reminded me of a cutting horse. I watched for hours as she would bat the toy around and then skillfully stop it from going where she had just sent it, just to start the game all over again; it amazed me how similar her actions were to that of a trained cutting horse! No wonder you see cutting horses with names like, He’s A Cat, or Cat’s Dunn It. The moments, I spent watching Nala play with her new toys during my recovery will never be forgotten.

To this day, she still dislikes it when I leave home, and to this day she is still waiting at the door, when I return home. She still brings me and my family hours of entertainment as she plays with some foreign object she has found on the floor and has made into her toy; or when we walk by and she jumps out from nowhere to grab our leg, then smugly prances off as if she won some kind of a game; or the times that I am trying to read and she casually lays on the page of the book, magazine or newspaper that I am reading. Not only my recovery was made more tolerable because of Nala, but my every day life has been much more fulfilled because of this little feral kitten who we found in a ditch and who has become my cherished pet and friend.

The End