It Be's That Way Sometime
It Be’s That Way Sometime A voice thick as honey and as passionate as the bee who made it pours out of the radio and into the room. It floods in and drowns me in a sea of memories. I know this song. I know it well. My 13-year-old tabby cat Nene, lays in the kitchen window sill soaking up the summer sun. She looks at me with her deep marble green eyes. She stares deep into my eyes and I get a strong feeling that she feels my pain. She feels empathy for me that can only be felt when two people share a certain bond. It may sound absurd to have a bond with a cat. But I and Nene have been family for thirteen years. And she has helped me more then she could ever know. I tried to use this song as my personal aide to help me when I was down. Even at 73-years-of age it still helps to lift my spirits and carry me forward.
