“Oh my fleas! Mom, I hope that vet visit for Sushi includes some therapy- she has some real anger issues! All I did was jump down from the top of the desk and WHAM! SHE SMACKED POOR, INNOCENT LITTLE ME!”
See, Mom? Twilight is the one that needs therapy! I’m sure glad I figured out how to use your phone!
“Gotta go, MOM! There’s a bird I have to catch!” (Twilight)
Good heavens! No matter where I go in this house to take a nap, somebody just has to track me down and wake me up! I love to snuggle up with the Can Opener on the couch, but the problem is, she never sits still long enough for me to get a decent nap. She’s constantly getting up and down.
And when the little Critters are here, they stalk me – they search for me under the bed and pull me out- and the Tiny One sits her Barbies on my back as though I’m a horse and follows me when I try to get away for some peace.
If I go outside to lounge in the grass, she comes out and picks little wildflowers and drops them on my head and back. If I flap my tail and give her a warning hiss, she laughs and thinks it’s “cute!”
If I get up and walk over to her toys and lay on them to flatten them (as a warning)- she grabs a phone and takes A PICTURE!! I just can’t win!
How’s a cat supposed to get any respect around here when everything I do is “Cute?”
It’s hard being a working cat. Since the Can Opener provided hospice care for the Backup Can Opener until he passed in January, she was spending a lot of time running around the hospital and staying there a lot and wasn’t able to keep up with her previous regular workout schedule. As a result, she’s now having some ligament problems and back pain and needed a heating pad to relieve the pain. So, since she likes me a lot better than the heating pad (and she doesn’t need a place to plug me in)- she put me to work and man, have I been busy! *sweats*
I kept trying to get up and run off at first- because I’m a serious cat. I have ducks and mice to catch, dragonflies to chase, and stray cats to run off! Did she care? No! I was so irritated – especially when I could see the neighbor next door feeding the 30 or so ducks that come to the fence for the bread, he tosses to them.
I told her to use Sushi instead- she’s a queen-size heating pad whose content to lay like a stone for hours, anyway- but the Can Opener just gave me the uplifted eyebrow (uh-oh)- and just stared at me for a minute and then I realized…that’s why I was the one chosen. The Can Opener is hurting enough without a 16-pound speed bump laying on her knees.
(The huge bag of treats sitting next to her really had nothing to do with my decision to give her a break and be her heating pad, just so you know)!
Don’t miss your doctor appointments, human- I’ve got business to tend to!
It’s been busy around here for the last couple of days, and the Can Opener needs some rest. So, I told Sushi to sleep on the laptop so she couldn’t get online and spend time ignoring us to do her grocery shopping. At least, that was the plan.
Unfortunately, even though Sushi’s a whale, The Human was still able to pick her up. So, we had a long, boring day while she shopped online and then, did her grief counseling, and set up physical therapy appointments, and signed a new lease, worked out, and attacked the house with that electronic beast (AGAIN). I hate that big, noisy thing!
Now she’s in pain, and “can’t” play with us. We knew this was going to happen, but we couldn’t stop her from wanting to “get things done.”
Staying busy helps her deal with grief. But, when is there time to relax and play? So, since I can’t stop her from all this busy- stuff, I just sit and glare at by her and work on my guilt inducing glares. Apparently, she either isn’t noticing, or I’m losing my touch.
So, I consulted some of my cat pals in the neighborhood for ideas on how to distract her from her distractions and get her attention. I found some pals that are (almost) as cute as me. I’ll try some of their ideas and hope for the best!
“Once upon a time, there was a Siamese cat, and a beautiful, highly intelligent Tortie, (who was also very beautiful and smarter than the little flea Siamese, and their human liked the Tortie more than the little white flea uh- other cat,….and…”
Oh NO! MY STORY DISAPPEARED!
Twilight, why did you do that!!!! It’s all your fault! And now my paws are hurting and I don’t want to type all that again- and anyway, everybody knows I’m the cutest…
So much is expected of cats these days. It used to be that all we were expected to do is lay around the house in sun puddles and be cute. But in today’s society, we’re expected to chase mice, kill bugs, play on demand, blog, be nice to the psycho cat next door, stay out of flowerbeds, quit scratching the critters that visit, and stay off the counters.
In addition to that, we’re asked to ‘wipe our paws’ when we come out of the litterbox, and not spread kitty litter all over the house. We’re forbidden to walk across the stove, or get in the refrigerator, and we’re not even allowed to scratch the furniture or climb the drapes anymore! And as soon as we finally finish the hard work of spreading our fur everywhere, out comes that stupid electronic beast to undo it all!
And even worse, we can’t leave our presents just anywhere in the house, either. Yesterday I brought a big, fat mouse into the kitchen to surprise the Can Opener with (she’s been needing a lot of extra love lately)- and she was surprised- but she wouldn’t touch it! All that hard work for NOTHING! So, I carried it next door and dropped it on the neighbor’s doorstep as a special thank you to her for all she’s done for the Can Opener lately. And she just flung it into the yard!
I’m feeling so unappreciated lately! Maybe I should’ve gotten myself some nip instead of coffee…
Every relationship we enter knowing that one day for whatever reason, it will end. But that doesn’t make it any easier to get through when it does. And when it ends because of a sudden diagnosis of stage 4 cancer, the memories of all your loved one endured are relentlessly painful. And they hit you at the most inopportune times, and sometimes for no apparent “reason” at all.
Like when you’re going into your closet to pick an outfit for something, and you see something your husband loved to see you wear. Or you want to get a haircut, and automatically try to choose one he would like- or you go grocery shopping, and without realizing it, fill your cart with things he loved that you can’t eat – then you suddenly realize that you no longer need to concern yourself with those preferences.
The emptiness that suddenly hits you is indescribable. And you think to yourself, it’s only been 2 months and two days. How can I handle this for the next few months- or years?
You try to go on with life as it was before, because you have to. But everything has changed. Now there’s no one (except the cats) waiting for you when you get home- and no one to watch a movie with or share a cup of coffee with. Loud or sudden noises become extremely annoying, silence isn’t the comfort it once was, you realize you have to become very purposeful in order to do the things you know you need to do to take care of yourself.
This is where grief counseling helps so much. Seeing the impact that the loss of your husband has had on your family, you realize that you don’t want them to suffer another loss if you can help it. Exercise becomes a priority – (even though it’s the last thing you feel like thinking about)- Avoiding junk food and eating right is even more important because what you eat (especially when grieving) will definitely not only affect your health, but your mood as well.
Being with friends and family become critical – especially if you are blessed with a family like mine, where love and respect are most important. My heart goes out to those suffering the loss of a loved one without that critical support. How do they manage to face each new day?
This is what it’s like. But at some point, you have to make a decision. You can allow yourself to be overcome with sorrow and grieve to death- or you can choose to live with new purpose.
It’s not easy- but by the Holy Spirit you can receive strength for each new day, comfort in your sorrows, and a new life of purpose.
“The Spirit of the Sovereign Lord is on me, because the Lord has anointed me to proclaim good news to the poor. He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim freedom for the captives and release from darkness for the prisoners, to proclaim the year of the Lord’s favor and the day of vengeance of our God, to comfort all who mourn, and provide for those who grieve in Zion— to bestow on them a crown of beauty instead of ashes, the oil of joy instead of mourning, and a garment of praise instead of a spirit of despair. They will be called oaks of righteousness, a planting of the Lord for the display of his splendor.” Isaiah 61:1-3 NIV https://bible.com/bible/111/isa.61.1-3.NIV