I was having my tea early in the morning in my hearth room the other day with my "buddy cat". His name is Maximus, aka Max. He was named after the strong and robust Roman gladiator. He too is strong and robust as he is a Long-Haired Russian Blue. As the first rays of sunlight appeared to filter through the large windows, I couldn't help but notice how the sunlight was reflecting off of Max's beautiful, shiny, smokey gray- blue colored fur. He was stretched out on the long ottoman in a position that allowed his bear paw feet as I call them, to hang over the side. The soft sunlight gave them the appearance of having such depth, detail and dimension. They indeed are large and powerful, yet soft and silky. Max can do the proverbial "rabbit kick" that all cats do, like no other with those innocent feet.
I became lost in thought thinking of how many steps those soft, furry paws had made and how they created heavy pattering sounds when crossing the smooth floor or effortlessly gliding down the stairs in his 13 years of life in our home. How many times from those paws had claws been ejected to vigorously attack his scratching post? It really doesn't matter I suppose. I love those sweet, furry, soft little paws in any context, no matter where they have travelled or where they will go in the future. They are on a sweet little cat that I love so much.