Yes, I know what you mean. I had a fleeting moment of bliss like that last week. I got up when it was still night outside, about 5 am I took the cats to the garden downstairs (sunrise is the time they love to go out, so they were elated that I was up). Without the scorching sun, it was still cool and so nice. They romped about, and I fed the stray cats. House cats, strays and I went for a short walk to the end of the garden, to visit the other strays and offered them some food too (they eat at another feeder's station). I took care of the strays, fresh water, cuddling the ones that want it, attention, reassurance, yummy food. When the sun started to get too hot at about 8, I told my house cats we were going home to have breakfast and sleep in the A/C cool air. I started up the stairs, with one of them climbing on each side of me, their beautiful, so white fur in the sunshine, their calm, confident, pampered walk, their tails relaxed and proud, and for about 1-2 seconds I felt this profound bliss. Perfect harmony. Only I know how much hard work and anguish are behind that blissful moment. A year ago, these 2 confident, spoilt-rotten cats were starving, muddy, paranoid, lonely, harrassed, flea-ridden strays. And I was a lonely aspie giving up on life. Now we're a happy family, with a lifestyle and a routine all our own.
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There are two means of refuge from the miseries of life: music and cats - Albert Schweitzer