Crazy little thing called love

Crazy Love
Acrylic ink on 
watercolour paper
4 x 6 inches
Barbara Muir © 2022

I may have written about this before, but why not talk about
it again? About 9 months ago, our cats both nearly died. Why?
They stopped eating. The vet gave the older cat (13 at the time)
meds to rub on her ear to make her eat.  She stopped because her
teeth hurt. And we force fed the kitten with a tube for a week. She
had gastroenteritis.

Both cats are fine. The kitten recovered with maybe a bit too
much of a an appetite, but my point tonight, is that my husband,
Steven, already pretty blue about COVID, and all of the restrictions
was devastated by the cats' hunger strike.  

So I started writing him love notes every night, that I put in our
middle bedroom where he keeps his clothes, for him to find in
the morning.  At first the notes (usually on cards of my work)
were about the cats. But he loved getting the notes so much I had
to continue.  My notes kept his spirits up, and made him happy.
And we got in a routine of reading them at his lunch time.  He starts
work at 8 a.m., and I'm a night teacher once a week, so we're on
completely different schedules. 

And now I can't stop, and he doesn't want me to.  So tonight's
small, quick painting is on a postcard. Most of my notes are
on cards -- with three pages of copy. And now he loves me
to write in French and Italian too! So I painted this for
tonight's note. Just a postcard of copy! But sweet.

Have a loving your life day.