It’s time to take a break from all your cares and sorrows and laugh for a little bit- Enjoy! 😺
Sushi and I have been busy
I’ve been talking to Sushi about ways to get the Can Opener to settle down and do something to relax for a while and today we found just the thing- so we want to share it with you too. We didn’t think there were any cats cuter or more entertaining than us, but after seeing this handsome Siamese and the other clown cats in this video, we just may be wrong.
Well, Sushi may be wrong- I’m never wrong. And if this is wrong, it’s Sushi’s fault. *Just sayin’.*
Watch and laugh- but the Siamese is going to be my new boyfriend- (I’m going to tell him-Just so he knows).
“The wild feral animal that comes in your house and won’t leave (or listen to you).”
That’s the way the grief counselor described how an event like this – (a sudden devastating diagnosis and death of a loved one)- affects the human brain. And it’s completely accurate.
It’s also a great way to describe how the memories of the lost person plow into you when you least expect it. Welcome or not, they come flooding back like an unexpected assault right when you think you’re going to be okay.
It’s only been a little over a month- it still feels unreal- yet the ashes prove it is real.
Nothing is the same. Suddenly there’s no one (except pets) to greet you when you wake up in the morning. No one to brew coffee for and start the day with. No more dinners out, nor birthdays, nor holidays to share together. No one to give the much-needed hugs, validation, and encouragement.
And yet, there is so much to do. Little time to grieve, or even dare to let yourself feel. Numbly, life goes on unmarked by everyone but the family who are left with a tangle of emotion that they don’t even know how to vocalize. And the children- and grandchildren- who just can’t even process what’s happening.
They throw themselves into work, or play, or anything they can to get a reprieve from the hurricane of un-named feelings swirling around in their minds. And the 5 – year- old in her innocence and inability to grasp the finality of it simply turns it into a pretend situation with her Barbies.
I’ve been advised to write about it by both my counselor and my doctor. I’ve noticed that trying to carry on as I always did before isn’t working very well. The emptiness and feelings just refuse to be ignored. Yes, I know and am confident that my husband is no longer in misery and constant pain. And for that I’m grateful- What I watched him suffer, I wouldn’t wish on anyone.
I will write because they have advised me to- and somehow it really does help. I am returning to my daily workout routine (trying anyway). I’ve lost 13 pounds and my blood pressure is great- I’m eating well – I was already in the habit of eating ‘clean.’
But I have headaches every single day now and my hair has started falling out. Somehow this is especially upsetting, because my husband – (and everyone else) – has always loved my long hair. The Doctor confirmed yesterday that both the hair loss and the headaches are due to the stress that erupted like a volcano in December and continued as I provided hospice care for my husband until he passed away last month.
Apparently you really can’t get by on an hour or two of sleep every night for weeks, and not be affected by it. I am told that the hair loss will correct itself once the stress is reduced- so I am doing everything they said I should do- counseling, writing, making sure I get enough sleep, managing stress and resuming my exercise routines. Adding to this a scoop of collagen powder in my coffee every morning, a balanced, clean diet, biotin and other vitamins. I’ve also started watching comedy and making time for relaxing things that I enjoy but “never have time for.”
Laughter really does help- It doesn’t take away the feelings, but it does make it easier, and keeps me from dwelling on the things I can’t change. And where these things fail, The Lord Himself takes over. He reminds me that my peace, hope, and security is found in Him – even in the valley of the shadow of death. (Psalm 23)
A great video- Can Opener had to share it!
The purrfect match for Sushi! 😹❤️♥️💓💗
Now, let’s see some other cuties…..
Wait – No. Why should I give the spotlight to other cats who clearly aren’t as cute as me?
Oh. THAT’S Why. The Can Opener says I have to. She really is getting on my last nerve.
Since the Can Opener is starting a little LATE with our post today (she’s getting on our last nerve) … We decided to show you some cats being at their ultimate Caturday Cuteness. Of course, Sushi had to insist on being first.
She might be first- but I’m still the cutest.
Grief Counseling today made the Can Opener feel better. Now I need therapy!
Now that the human is starting to feel more like herself, Sushi and I are getting nervous. Now she might start thinking about things other than preparing for the upcoming Celebration of life- and start thinking more about other things… like taking Sushi and me to the vet! Or, clipping my claws, or re-arranging the house -(again)- or buying the wrong cat food- or worse yet, VACUUMMING!
That’s what she did yesterday – (conveniently right after I settled in for a nice, long, nap). She moved everything out and vacuumed everything in the house! Moving out couches, chairs, the Critter’s toys, the entire house, and even the cat tree!! Now it’s polluted! The worst part is, every time she turned it off for a little bit, and I started to relax, she turned it on again!
Two hours later, my nerves were shot, Sushi was still asleep, and the human was just getting started. I told her to cut it out because she’s seriously messing up my life and making me look bad to the other cats in the neighborhood- Lucky for me, she was hungry, so she finally put the electronic beast away and gave it a rest. But my nerves were shot for the rest of the day and I couldn’t find the catnip anywhere. I think she’s secretly trying to kill me to save on cat food.
More later. I hear a can opening…
Sushi, The Can Opener and I want to say Have a GREAT Valentine’s Day!
I’m tired of hanging around with just Twilight. That girl has mental problems. I’ll be minding my own business (sleeping), and that little brat will come up and swat the fleas right off me just because she wants to play. I think it’s time to find myself a handsome boyfriend to defend me against the little white tornado!
So, I’m taking advantage of technology to help me find a handsome boyfriend. Just hope the Can Opener doesn’t catch me playing with her iPhone! Let’s see if these snaps will help me find a handsome Tom…
Of course, I don’t want to look too sweet- I don’t want to attract the wrong kind of tom and find out he has a harem and 300 kittens someplace, because I know he’ll treat me the same way and I’ll have to knock his stripes off and then start all over again- and then, with my luck his 300 kittens will come complain because I kick his furry butt.
Oh! I got a snap from a secret admirer! Let’s see what he looks like!
Oh, I’m so excited! And I’ll tell Twilight I saw him FIRST! She can find her own boyfriend!
Oh, heck no! What the heck is THAT?
Sorry, furface- you’re not my type!
Hey, Twilight! I found a boyfriend for you!! He’s CUTE!
I think I’m going to start over- and find myself a handsome tiger.
Now, that’s more like it…. I need his number! Meow.