A great story, makes my day. I love this quote:
“I always felt that people were not seeing me,” she said. “That they were talking, but never to me.”
Then one night, after she was in bed, her father brought her a tiny gray tabby.
“He lifted up the blanket and put this little frozen thing on my chest,” she said. “I held that kitty with such love. He changed my loneliness. I could understand everything he wanted and he could understand me.”
That was when she really started talking. “I had to explain to my mother what the cat was saying,” she said.
My cats talk too, but most of what they say is “FEED ME!”