People that love you care about how they make you feel.

 

“People that love you care about how they make you feel.” (Unknown)

The depth of someone's love is often measured not by grand gestures, but by the quiet consideration they show for your feelings.

Those who truly care understand that their actions, big or small, have a direct impact on your emotional well-being.

They strive to create a safe and supportive environment where you feel valued, understood, and respected.

This thoughtful approach to relationships isn't about perfection; it's about consistent effort and a genuine desire to nurture your happiness and peace of mind!

Source: Tips That Change Your Life on Facebook

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Another post from Tips That Change Your LIfe shared below that I think pairs well with the one above.

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"Pick the gentle one.

The kind one. The one who brings you peace.

The protective one. The one who is sure of you.

The one who respects you.

The one who understands your silence.

The one who listens with patience.

The one who sees your heart without judgment.

The one who holds your dreams with care.

The one who makes you feel at home, always." (Unknown)

Yes indeed, choose the one who softens the edges of your world, who meets you with kindness even on the days you feel unlovable. The one who doesn’t just hear your words but listens to the quiet spaces in between, understanding the weight of what you don’t say.

Choose the one who stands beside you, not just in laughter but in the moments when life feels heavy, offering steadiness without question. The one who honors your dreams as if they were their own, who protects your heart with gentle hands and unwavering presence.

Love should never leave you anxious or uncertain—it should be a refuge, a place where you are seen, known, and cherished for exactly who you are.

Source: Tips That Change Your Life on Facebook

Mitra @ https://www.facebook.com/tipsthatchangeyourlife/

My Accidental Feral Cat Career

 


My Accidental Feral Cat Career

I was never a cat person. Not even a little bit.

And yet… here we are.

It started in May 2025 when I discovered Mama Kitty living under my deck. She didn’t ask permission. She didn’t sign a lease. She simply moved in and brought children.

At first it was just her. Then Spot appeared — one of her four babies. Four. Under my deck. Without consulting management.

I named them Mama Kitty, Spot, Stripe, Boo, and Heartley, because apparently once you name them, you legally become responsible for them. That’s how it works, right?

Thus began my unpaid internship as Director of Backyard Operations.

Watching the kittens grow was pure joy. Tiny paws. Wobbly legs. Chaos at sunset. They turned my peaceful backyard into a WWE wrestling arena with fur. I’d sit and watch them like it was prime-time television. Better than streaming. Five stars. Would recommend.

Then Mama Kitty disappeared.

She left her teenage children with me like, “You got this.” She’d pop back in occasionally to eat, glance at her offspring like a tired mom at soccer practice, and then vanish again.

And then I noticed it.

The belly.

“Oh no,” I said to absolutely no one. “We are not doing this again.”

I had requested help getting her spayed. Help did not arrive. The universe said, “Surprise!”

Then she disappeared completely. Two whole weeks. When she finally reappeared, the belly was gone.

And what did I do?

I told her, “Go get those babies.”

As if she understood English.
As if she had a calendar.
As if I wasn’t already overwhelmed.

Every day she’d show up, inhale food like she had a train to catch, scan the perimeter, and bolt off the deck like it was actively on fire.

This went on for a while.

Then one day I saw something tiny streak across the deck.

Three. Tiny. Black. Kittens.

So now I had Mama Kitty, the original four, AND three bonus voids. Apparently my deck is a maternity ward.

Eventually Mama Kitty and the three little soot sprites were rehomed (bless whoever signed up for that). And I was left with the original crew: Heartley, Stripe, Spot — now known as Junior — and Boo, now called Sweet Boi, because obviously he needed a rebrand.

They come and go as they please, because they are feral and do not recognize authority. If they miss a meal, I spiral. If they’re gone for two days, I assume coyotes, aliens, or a secret double life.

I was not built for this.

I did not apply for this.

But somewhere along the way, these little freeloaders stole my heart.

I may not have been a cat person…

…but apparently I’m a colony manager now.

And management is tired. 

Diamond in My Crown Patty Loveless

 

As each long day rolls by and falls behind me
In the lonely night there's a peacefulness I've found
Though I'm weary even then when I rise to start again
There'll be a diamond, a diamond in my crown

I have wasted all that life has laid before me
I have watched as all the green fields turn to brown
But I shall not disavow all these ties that bind me now
There'll be a diamond, a diamond in my crown

Shining down some day I know
Brighter than all their streets of gold
When the burdens that I carry I will lay down
And the sorrows I have known
I'll see them all overthrown
There'll be a diamond, a diamond in my crown
Then the closer I will be to my sweetest victory
There'll be a diamond a diamond in my crown