The unicorn is the symbol for lost and wayward animals. It’s said anywhere a unicorn is, other animals know that place to be one of Sanctuary, Peace and Rest.
There has to be a Unicorn residing somewhere on Thistle Cove Farm! While it’s true human eyes have yet to see this Unicorn, nevertheless, it’s here. Just ask any of the many lost and wayward animals who have made their way here and are now happily ensconced members of the family. Like this kitten whose name we believe to be Rascal. She came strolling up the walkway one dusky evening last week just about the time the household was being put to bed. Dave was the first human she saw and that had to have been planned by either Rascal or the Unicorn. Dave is the one who has final say in whether an animal stays or goes; he’s the one feeding us all so he gets the majority vote.
I didn’t actually see her until 4:00 a.m. when the dogs decided a bathroom break was in order. I let the dogs out, saw a silhouette and went on the porch to investigate. She got up, stretched and began purring as soon as my hand touched her nose.
Amazing! I’ve been owned by cats for more than four decades and this is only the second cat I’ve known to walk in from the elements, claim her home and her humans and put down stakes. The first cat was Rings, an old friend who lived with me for more than twenty-one years. Rings had a sweet nature and, willingly and lovingly, traveled with me, state to state, good times and bad and never once complained. She was always grateful to have food, shelter and companionship and I was grateful to her for her gift of love.
Perhaps Rascal will be a similar companion although I’m hopeful our roots go deep enough not to be transplanted from the farm. I’ve been asked if I’m a dog or a cat person. That’s like asking which child do you love best. Love isn’t love when it’s divided; only when it’s multiplied is it truly love and makes all parties whole and complete.
The horses are staying cool by staying in the barn during the heat of the day and going out early mornings and late afternoons. They are a beautiful sight as they race across the pasture.
More chores to be done, calls to be made and I want to get a dye pot going before dark. Work is never finished but we find a stopping point and then call it quits for the day.
Carpe Diem – pluck the day and make it yours.