My son and I went out yesterday. He had a checkup for his treatment, as he is a young man who struggles with his own mind. I won't go into too much detail about his personality, because I don't want to get into personal details that only he should talk about.
My son has been a great companion in this life of struggles, with its ups and downs. More ups than downs, in my opinion.
He has fought to be happy, to achieve his goals, and to please me in his way of life. I have only given him my unconditional support, so that every time he falls, he feels that he has his mother's unconditional love by his side. I am a very proud mother of my son.
He is a 25-year-old young man who has graduated from college, works for himself, and wants to remain in his home country even though it requires many sacrifices. He has me, and I have him.
His medical checkup went very well. His doctor has seen him and is very pleased, and has suspended his usual medication to give him another maintenance medication. All this in the hope that he will continue to improve and maintain control of his life and mind.
When we left the doctor's office, we came across two kittens. They are the sweetest cats I have ever seen on the street.
They are at the entrance to the medical center. As you can see, they are very well fed and beautiful. They look like Calico cats, but they are not; they are Carey cats, and their predominant color is black.
What moved me was seeing that I approached to take pictures of the kittens. My son, of course, loves these little felines. He has a tabby cat named Meme, whom he loves. When I approach, they don't flinch; they remain very calm. My son crouches down and begins to pet one of them. I like them; they are very cute and sweet.
Immediately, this cat, which looks small lying down, gets up. It has a large body and walks over to my son. It touches him with its two front paws, then kneads him with its two paws. As my son is crouching, the cat climbs up and sits on his two legs.
My son is excited and hugs it, petting it. This kitten stays there for a while. While we wait for the taxi we called, this scene of love is taking place. Then the other cat approaches and stands next to my son. Excited, he pets these two beautiful Carey cats, which are not stray cats but belong to the medical unit.
I went over and told the receptionist that the kittens were on top of my son, accepting his caresses and kneading his legs. The girl replied that they don't do that with everyone. With others, on the other hand, they hiss, stretch, and show their teeth with that specific angry snake-like noise that cats often make.
I was surprised by what she said and told my son to put them down, as the taxi was already nearby.
It was a very pleasant, relaxing, loving experience that those kittens had with my son. Cats choose the people they want to pet them.
I have no doubt that my son has something in his beautiful being that the little felines really like. This moves me to tears, because I also learned to love cats many years ago, with a cat that his mother gave me. Unfortunately, he has since passed away. Now we have Meme, who is the most “stay away” cat we know. We love him.
He seeks us out when he feels in danger, until he gets tired of being petted, then he leaves, grooms himself, and lies down on the floor looking around, like a diva.
The photographs are taken with the Redmi note 9.
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Animals know who to trust! ❤️
It's so true, dear Melinda.
I agree with you. Animals sense people's good and bad energies. Your son has those beautiful energies that cats sense. I wish you a happy Sunday.
Thanks friend lupega. My son is a loving person, who, like cats, gives his love to people with true feelings. He flees from hypocrisy and is a faithful friend to his friends. He is my best friend and my greatest treasure.
Happy day my friend.