Meow Mommy?

"The smallest feline is a masterpiece."

~Leonardo da Vinci

I am sick. It's a bad cold. I hurt all over... bad. I seem to get two or three hours out of the day when I am not in spasms of coughing, or doubled over in pain from pulled muscles in my back, legs, upper arms and chest.

My previous cat, Elvis, was a caregiver. He took care of Alan and we knew that his word was it! Every evening of his life, he would come into the living room at approximately 10:00 P.M. and stare a hole through us, until we got up, turned off the TV and went to bed. We would generally all get in bed together by 10:15 P.M.

After we lost Elvis to cancer, and prior to meeting our two new babies, I wondered what it would be like to not have someone care that much about the amount of sleep I got? I knew it would be just one more reason as to why my life would never be the same again!

Who knew? Hendrix was the first of the two new kitten children, and from the first moment Alan and I met our little man, he made it clear that he is here to take care of us! And a week later, when we found Dylan, we joked a bit with Hendrix that Dylan was now the baby, and he was the big brother, so it was his responsibility to take care of his baby!

We were just joking! But somehow it has always seemed like our little Hendix had not only understood our words, but had taken them completely to heart! LOL. Never assume your cat has NO idea what you are saying, they are amazingly intelligent and capable animals! It can be so funny when Hendrix will just out of the blue, begin to wrestle an unsuspecting Dylan, giving him the cat version of a nuggie, and biting him,vampire-like, about the nect!

I know I shouldn't laugh, but God help me, it's funny! Poor Dylan! And poor Hendrix when he doesn't understand why he is in trouble, when we told him that Dylan was his baby! LOL. Hendrix always looks up with a slightly hurt look on his face, as his eyes seem to convey... "But you said it was my baby!?"

Hendrix makes mistakes, we all do, even Elvis did, but the one thing he gets completely right is how he cares for Alan and I! He knows I am making scary noises. He knows I get scared when I can't breath sometimes, and he never leaves my side during those times! Yesterday morning I felt particularly alone, after experiencing a deep coughing spasm that made me feel like I was not so much pulling muscles, but rather breaking bones!

I was in the bathroom crying out of frustration, when the door opening with a thud. Hendrix came into the bathroom and wrapped his legs around mine, and pulled me down to sit, which I did. He then concentrated on nothing else for the 20 minutes except making me feel loved! He kissed my faced, rubbed his head on my forehead, then cuddled with me for about 3 hours after I went back to bed.

Hendrix loves me, and I love him back!

Mood: Happy

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~Me :)

Three Silver Tabby Cats

"There has never been a cat who couldn't calm me down by walking slowly past my chair."

-Rod McKuen

I spotted these three silver tabby cats the other day, while I was out doing errands. They are more then likely feral, which makes me a little sad, because they look like beautiful, wonderful cats. I had a silver tabby when I was a young girl, her name was Chloe, and I loved her very much. She was my constant companion when I needed a non-human friend the most. I would come home from work, dead tired, and there would be Chloe to sit on the tops of my tired feet.

Chloe had a strange quirk, as most cats do, she liked to pick at my hair, when I got out of the shower, while it was still wet and uncombed. As I styled my hair, Chloe would sit on the back of the chair and pick through my hair as if she were styling it. LOL. It was a fun routine. Sometimes I would talk to her about whatever the latest hairstyle was and ask her opinion. I don't know... I know it sounds strange, but even to this day I run my worries and concerns past Elvis. Cats have gotten a bad reputation of being creatures detachment. That's not always the case, you get out of a relationship what you put into it, and that's true of a relationship with a cat as well.

My various pets all taught me something. An animal doesn't have the same prejudices that humans do. They don't feel sorry for themselves, and they don't hesitate to try, because failure is not the point. When Elvis was diagnosed with diabetes, I fell apart, while he showed amazing patience with me, while I learned to give him injections. He had to change his diet to something he would have rather done without, but he never took his condition, or the changes in his life out on us. I truly believe that on some level, he had a greater understanding on life then I did, and I really did learn from him.

When I was diagnosed with Type 2 diabetes, just a few months after he was, I felt really sad, but I couldn't look my cat in the eye, and not try my best to take care of myself because of his example. A year later, I am kicking the ass of Type 2 diabetes, and taking no prisoners. I have a great support system in my fur baby. He sees me through the rough patches in life, by doing what he loves to do the most, which is care giving. I am convinced Elvis was a nurse or maybe a teacher in a past life. LOL. He is an amazing cat, and if you could meet him, you would understand what I mean. Folks who have just barely met him, remark on his demeanor and politeness, and more then one person I know has fallen in love with him.

I wonder what these little homeless kitties might have had to offer a potential human friend? Do they possess a sense of humor that would have made this difficult life much easier to live in? Are they compassionate and understanding? Would they have fiercely protected their owner as well as any guard dog? It will never be known. They never had the chance to know what life was like for cats on the right side of the fence. Looking at their outer beauty reminds me of Chloe, and how I spotted her at the Animal Shelter where I adopted her from.

I was holding her sister, a beautiful silver cat, when Chloe poked her head out of the cage, and extended her neck really long to get my attention. The sister cat curled into my shoulder and cuddled me, but Chloe just seemed to have a look on her face that said, "Hey, what about me, I'm a nice girl." It was as if I could just hear the words. Chloe wasn't as pretty as the other cat, she had a strange orange spot on her nose, but she had an inner beauty that I couldn't look away from. I adopted her that day, and she was my companion for 10 years until her death. She wasn't just a cat, she was my family.

I know one thing, after Elvis is gone, and I have had a chance to grieve for him, I will adopt a new little one to take care of, and who will once again fill my life with all the love in the world. That's what they do. It won't be a transitional cat, to help me take the loss of Elvis easier, theres nothing that will ever make that easier. Elvis is the pet you don't get over. The new cat will be a new friend to go adventures with. Someone who will continue to teach me new things about life. A cat in their own right.

-OndineMonet
"Three Silver Tabby Cats"
San Leandro, California
July 15th, 2008
Late Afternoon