Betrayal

You brought another one.

Why on earth do you continue to do this to me? To us?

I was just starting to forgive you for the last vixen you dared bring into this relationship and now you’ve gone and brought yet another one?!

There is something wrong with you. Seriously. Something is just wrong with you!

Do you honestly think I will return to our bed now that she is not only in the picture but in our room?! At the same time?!

Why? That’s all I can really ask anymore. Why? Was I not enough? How was I not enough? Did I not give you enough affection? Waking you every morning for some time alone, making sure that you never missed an important meeting? Always being there when you needed me?

How is this not enough for you!

(sigh)

But I know, eventually, I will forgive you and return. I will once again accept your offerings of affection. I will return to our bed and I will learn to live with…her.

You don’t deserve me.


In honor of my cat, who is finally starting to forgive me for bringing a dog home. A BIG dog. After my sister, her husband and their cat moved in a month ago. I don’t deserve her love sometimes and she lets me know it.

Family In All Shapes and Sizes – Thankful Thursday

It’s that time again, but this time I think I’ll focus on a few little things once more instead of just one theme. Not because there aren’t big things or people that I can focus on, but because there are a lot of little things I can think of at the moment and I want to share them.

This week I am thankful for:

Company during filing
image: older family phone
image: older family phone
Tommy
 
The best of friends
image: old family phone
image: old family phone
Tommy and Oz
image: old family phone
image: old family phone
Tommy and Oz
 
Peace at home, goodwill between cats and dogs
image: martha0stout's phone
image: martha0stout’s phone
Usako and DA
 
Comfy places to sleep
image: martha0stout's phone
image: martha0stout’s phone
Cotton

 

 
Companionship
image: martha0stout's phone
image: martha0stout’s phone
Sadie and Sammy
 
Curiosity is better with siblings
image: martha0stout's phone
image: martha0stout’s phone
Dora and DA
 
Random camera shy cat
image: martha0stout's phone
image: martha0stout’s phone
Usako
 
Adorable puppies
image: sister's phone
image: sister’s phone
Dora

Really, I’m grateful for animal family members today, both past and present.

For the original Thankful Thursday post today: http://mithriluna.wordpress.com/2014/06/12/thankful-thursday-the-goodness-of-life/

Favorite Pet

There have been mentions of animals in the news. There have always been mentions of animals in the news and this is a trend that will likely continue. I honestly can’t think of a reason why there wouldn’t be. These animals, whether they be exotic or wild or domestic seem to speak to us in a way that means we can’t ignore them and their own feelings and thoughts even though we don’t understand their own language.

I was going through my bookmarks on my laptop (I have way too many) when I realized that I had a lot about animals. I won’t mention them all in here, but it didn’t surprise me at all just how much animals are talked about online. I know that I love reading about them and talking about them and looking at pictures about them…

Anything to do with animals really makes me smile or cry.

(And as I sit and write this my cat Usako is staring out the back door, with occasional glances in my direction, just waiting for her mother Cotton to want back in.)

It has been mentioned that I should write about my favorite family pet in my life. I can’t pick one, unfortunately, because each animal member of my family, past and present, have been my favorite for this or that. Their personalities are very different, just like the human family members that I have.

My favorite mothering pet was Ginger, a husky-golden retriever mix who was absolutely convinced that my younger siblings and I and some of our friends were her puppies. She would try to get us to eat this or that and drink and would shoo us into her doghouse when it was nap time before curling up around us to make sure we were warm enough.

My favorite teddy bear pet was Taffy, an orange tabby that followed me everywhere when I was a toddler. He let me cuddle him however I wanted. Unfortunately this meant that sometimes when I’d wonder off after a nap I would tug him along with by his tail or a paw. Mom says he was totally fine with it and thought I was awesome.

My favorite guard dog/exercise trainer was Rascal, a black mutt who my brother brought home from the street after he’d escaped previous owners who were not good to him. (No one ever came to claim him, so he was ours.) He was super protective of our family (especially Mom) without actually attacking people. (With the exception of my dad after our parents divorced.) He never actually bit anyone that I can recall and he thought that Mom was the most precious person in the house. He also ate everything except carrots.

My favorite ambush pet is Usako, my tortoise shell cat. She is absolutely awful at actually attacking anything. She is not the cat that defends her territory. She is excellent at waiting for the right moment to strike and then dashing off before her victim can retaliate. She’s also great for cuddling at night when it gets cold. She manages to do that without making it hard to breath and is as soft as a bunny. (She also likes salt and vinegar chips and low-sugar sugar cookies.)

My favorite boss pet was Tommy, a grey tabby long-hair. He would often glare at me until I went to bed. He had something like 60+ different looks that all boiled down to “Why are you doing that? Stop being an idiot.” That cat saved my sanity in my teen years when a lot of crap went down for my family. He was always very good at curling up on my back with just the right amount of warmth and weight to ease the tension running through it. (I had a lot of trouble with my back and neck during my teen years and he was one of the best parts of my physical therapy.)

I really can’t pick out of those mentioned and I have too many to write them all down. Each animal that my family has had have been a part of us and integral to our continued health and growth as people and as a family. They protect a part of our hearts and souls in a way that humans aren’t always able to do.

Animal Family Members

Not all families are the same. Some have all boys or all girls for kids or some kind of mix, unless there is only one child. Some children are adopted and some are fostered if they’re not born into it. And then there are the ‘children’ that aren’t even human.

My family has always had some kind of animal family member in residence if we were at all able to do so. The times when we didn’t have a non-human in residence were usually the worse times for any of our health, mental, emotional or even physical. this is kind of true even after my siblings have grown up and moved out on their own or even started new families. They have taught us patience and compassion even when they are being their most trying.

My current non-human child is a tortoise-colored cat (I hope I got that right, I spent a few years under the misapprehension that she was a calico laughs at self). Her name is Usako which means bunny because when she was born, her ears were as big as they are now that she is a full-grown cat. They did not grow, she grew into them. She also had this habit of jumping higher than you’d think even a cat could jump. She works hard to train me to be more patient and considerate of others as well as pay more attention to what it is that I do normally during a day.

I had a friend’s family dog nip at me today, which is kind of what prompted this post. He had already warned my sister and I that he wasn’t up for people being near him. I was foolish and ignored his silent warnings and body language. He headbutted my outstretched hand and barked at the same time. I had a bruised knuckle that is still sore, but has finally gone down enough so that I can use the hand better. He could have bitten my hand and done some actual damage. He didn’t even break the skin on my knuckles. After he’d given his final warning, he allowed me to back off, but kept a wary eye on me the rest of the time I was there. I finally smartened up and took his warning.

I don’t blame the dog at all. I wasn’t the best little girl around this friend’s cats growing up. I wasn’t the worst, but as a child I liked to startle them. They never clawed or bit me for it (unless I managed to get my hands on them, and even then, they only clawed enough to escape.) I ignored this dog’s warning and so he had to give me another one. He could have hurt me, but he didn’t and I’m pretty sure he did so on purpose. He was as much a part of his family as my cat is to mine. He’s person whose boundaries I had ignored even after being asked to back up and give him some space.