Hi guys. Heidi here. I had a talk with Julie Armey Fowler last night and she got me to thinking. We were talking about the cats and she said that she appreciated that I wanted to keep them alive and not put them in a shelter. This is what I feel about the cats. I think that the same God who created me, created them and who am I to be so arrogant as to say that their lives arent as valuable as mine? I mean I think of my former landlord and how he wanted them in a shelter and I was like Hell no! I think he thinks of them as just objects. Which is probably the way he thinks of people as well but I digress. (Ive always wanted to say I digress! lol) But I think of Sayeh in particular because hes special due to the fact that when I came in from my mothers funeral, he wanted to play and trusted that I would play with him. It touched me deeply to the point that seven years later, I still remember that little look he gave me. It was a look of such trust. He sat down and waited expectantly for me to flick the teabag wrapper for him. He never doubted that I, his mommy would do that for him. Thats when it hit me that these little ones feel just like we do. And I couldnt just throw that trust away. He never would have understood that. It would have confused him. Wondering where his mommy was? That would have been the ultimate betrayal to just walk away from him. And to think of him being scared or worse yet, put down was something I couldnt bear. I would think of his limp body on a table and I just couldnt stand it. Hes my baby. Thats why I fought. These little ones trust me to take care of them and I was going to fight for their lives. Lexus is another one. She was outside in the rain and I will never forget how she looked huddled against that door and how when I did get to take care of her, how much she just slept the first few weeks. Thats all she did. Sleep and eat. I think she was so hungry, she was pregnant, she was tired and she was just sleeping to heal up. To this day, she gives me head butts, curls up in my lap and reaches for me with her paws especially when I sing to her. She even has a favorite song. Which is just adorable by the way. Its so nice to see her reach for me with her paws. And Pennys latest trick is reaching through the space in the recliner and batting at my leg. She is so playful and is a delight. And she is so incredibly intelligent. She has to watch everything I do. I think of these things and I wonder, how can Richard think that it is so easy to just put them in a shelter and walk away? I cant be that cold. I think of the noises that would have been at a shelter and how they would be scared. Twix in particular gets so scared sometimes, he pees or poops. I dont know what the deal is with that, I havent mistreated him but hes getting better. Stellaluna is a little terrorist to him and scares him. Stellaluna gets time outs for doing it too. But Twix is doing so much better and this morning meowed at me for his breakfast. I once picked up Twix to put him in a crate. He got so scared, he peed in my arms and it went all over the floor. I decided then that he would need a vet to come to the house. He would absolutely FREAK if I put him in a crate and took him to a strange place. But he is curling up with me at night, wanting to climb under the blanket and hes even venturing out into other areas of the apartment. Which is a big deal for him. I had to give him the okay to play in the cat tower because when I would come in the room, he would run out of it as if he thought he shouldnt be there. I told him that I brought it into the room for him. I think in some way, he understood because the next time I came into the room, he stayed there. It was nice to see. Looking at all these things, who am I to say that these guys dont have a soul? And Teacup. I think he acts with such love. He finds his toy shrimp, meows and meows, then comes up and brings me his favorite toy to me as a present and its always a big deal to him. He gives me his special toy. I find it on my bed at times, near my recliner or wherever he decides to leave it. Ive even found it in the water dish and in the food dish. He used to do that with his toy mouse too. I thought it was the most adorable thing I had ever seen. In his little kitty mind, hes giving mommy his best. And Im going to act like they dont matter and are just things to be thrown away because Richard wanted me to? I have a phrase for that. Kiss my ass.
Posted on: Sun, 30 Nov 2014 11:53:23 +0000