Cats can protect, too...

Today ( finally) I pull out dad's Old Navy sweatshirt and decide it's time to wear it. I bought it for him years ago, cuz he was in the Navy, of course. It must have been pretty many years ago though, as I remember hearing the story about the day he went to Pius H.S. to take balloons to Luvee for her birthday. All her friends thought that he was so cool, cuz he had on something from "Old Navy"! It had also been a staple in his wardrobe since then.

So I reach for the sweatshirt and find Sammy with a protective arm on it. It was almost like she was asking me if I was really ready to wear "dad's sweatshirt" today. But I was. And it felt good.