Rooted & Rising

I love my cats. I have 3 with Georgie being my favorite! He’s a 2 year old male Tuxedo with the cutest face and white stripe down his nose. He doesn’t like to be carried though and squirms and meows until he’s released to get down from my arms. I’ve had him since momma cat gave birth. He’s the oldest of 4 kittens. He loves to play fetch with his ball toy and bell. He loves to roll around and purrs really loudly. He’s very vocal does not like other cats around and will chase them off and stand his guard. He lies in front of me and poses beautifully, he rolls around on his back and puts his two white mitten paws in the air, he makes air biscuits as I call it. He stands tall in his beautiful Tux coat as I tell him and just watches me. One day since my son and i recently moved he escaped out of our new apartment and was gone for nearly 2 weeks! I couldn’t find him anywhere. I was so sad. He’s my Georgie Porgie and where did he run off too?

One night after work I was driving by the front of our complex and I spotted his stripe down his nose across the street peeking out from underneath a car. I reversed, parked my car so fast and hit my Emergecy flasher lights, I hopped out of my car and called out to him and he came running to me. He was meowing and meowing to me. I’m sure he was telling me about his adventures and journey being outdoors in an entirely new neighborhood for so many days. I brought him inside bathed him and fed him he was as happy as can be. No fleas, just a tad bit lighter. No scars or missing teeth or hair. Still cute as can be just a little scraggly looking. Now he doesn’t dare go to the outside anymore. He’ll peek but he won’t go outside. I’m sure that was enough for him of the outdoors life.

If I could make him understand one thing what would that be? 

“You are safe. You are home. And you are deeply, endlessly loved.”

He is already chosen, already protected, already enough

If cats could truly understand words, I think Georgie would need to know that:

• He never has to guard alone anymore
• He never has to survive outside to prove how strong he is
• He doesn’t have to run, chase, or stand watch to belong
• He is already chosen, already protected, already enough

That night he came running to me, meowing his whole story, wasn’t just a reunion—it was trust. He learned that even if the world gets unfamiliar, even if doors change and places shift, my voice is constant.

And the fact that he won’t go outside anymore?
That’s not fear.
That’s wisdom.

Georgie Porgie knows now:
Adventure is overrated.
Love is better.

And honestly?
He picked me just as much as I picked him 🖤🐾