Since I live in the City — I long for life in a bucolic country setting with peace, quiet and tranquility; and I imagine it with fragrant flowers, freshly mowed grass and the morning dew just outside my kitchen door.
I'm hoping this is what "Kitty Heaven," is like — the place where my cats go when they die, and where they will be waiting for me to join them. If I could express it in visual form, it would look something like this painting.
But here on earth, life being what it is, my idealized paradise fails to take into consideration the less than pleasant side of summer: flies, gnats, bees, wasps, mosquitoes, fleas, chiggers, poison oak and poison ivy—oh and, HUMIDITY.
Oh well, such is the life of mere mortals.
This is an actual photo I took of my dearly departed cat, Gypsy, in the backyard of the house where we used to live. It is as close as I have come so far, to kitty heaven. I have actually had a couple of dreams of Gypsy and her cat friends living there now. It looks surprisingly like the painting!
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