Today has been a bad day for me. It's the anniversary of my dad's passing and was just an all around crappy day on top of that. I had a go-round with my husband (he forgot what today's significance is for me and, as a result, used a very poor choice of words) over the phone and came home just feeling defeated all around. After I got dinner on the table for the kids, I went out and sat on the back porch. My eyes were closed and I didn't hear a thing - but next thing I know I feel something land in my lap. It was Flopsy, the cat. He just stood there and looked at me, then turned around, curled up and lay down on my lap. I had my cry and, when I was done, he jumped down and walked off. I would bet my next paycheck that if I walked outside right now and tried to touch him I wouldn't get within five feet of him, but he knew that I needed a friend in that moment.