Her first night here, she hid under the house. I sat in the flower bed the next morning and waited, gave her time to come out.

She did and became less afraid.

There’s something to be said for love without demands or conditions…offered on the other’s terms and acceptable comfort.

There’s something to be said for commitment without impatience.

I can tell you, I never expected it, but a rescue kitten has added to an increased recognition of the value of seeing from the perspective of another, not just my understanding.

She’s still skittish, but trusting.

She comes inside when I say “Georgia” more often than scurrying away.

Some mornings and nights she stays.

Slumbers.

Patience is a virtue. We all need it.

For all who know my pet trial and errors, I assure you,

Georgia, the kitty who slept in a horse stall is just fine.

Georgia is.