Absolutely adorable. Gorgeous hair. Cuddle worthy. Eyes that look right through you…

It was two weeks before a global pandemic was about to change our lives, our daily routines, and shake up everything we knew to it’s very core. I was tired of the same old busy work routine and decided that I wanted to find a handsome gentleman to take me on a date. I laid on my purple bedspread swiping through profiles, with visions of wine and dine in my near future. After a swipe to the right and an instant match, a conversation began to flow. I had sealed the deal for a date the very next day.

We found ourselves spending the next two weeks playing pool at the local pool hall, singing 90’s music during a round of cosmic bowling, eating gyro platters while binge watching Netflix, enjoying hibachi out, and discussing the best vacuum options for our homes. He showed up with flowers. He showed up with a toy for Neela. He planned dates and texted me throughout the day to see how I was doing. He made it easy.

Enter right….global pandemic. A time where we are being told to stay home and only interact with those humans we live with in order to stay safe. Wait….I don’t live with any humans. And what about this new guy? Well played, universe.

Fast forward 2 months later and I’m walking in to Urgent Care while wearing a mask draped across my face. My hands begin to clam up, sweat beads down my back like a line of marching ants focused on a far off crumb, and I blurt out, “I’m feeling dizzy!” The nurse insists that I lay back and offers me juice. Do I look like I need juice with this extra 10 lb layer I have acquired during quarantine? Fine. Gulp. After a tetanus shot, sutures to patch together the split in the top of my ear, and antibiotics I was on my way out thanking the medical staff.

So what does a trip to Urgent Care and my prepandemic dates with a handsome gentleman have in common? We all can easily find ourselves in a place where we think we need saving at any point in our lives. We think we can only have a good time if we have a significant other to show us the way and when that person is no longer there we are left wounded and feeling helpless and lost.

Now back to my story… Mr. Wine and Dine went back to an ex leaving me with very little closure.

That absolutely adorable. Gorgeous hair. Cuddle worthy. Eyes that look right through you...

That was Rue. The stray cat I saved a few weeks back. As I reached down to give her a kiss on the head while she was in a deep sleep I ended up with a cat latched onto my face in full attack mode.

There I was laying down in Urgent Care during a global pandemic sipping on juice. I told the nurse how a stray cat just wasn’t quite ready for that kiss on the head and the kind of love I had to offer just like Mr. Wine & Dine. As I let out a deep breath, I knew I’d be OK. I knew that the stray cat was the only one that needed saving after all.

PS- Rue isn’t going anywhere.