Saturday here in Dallas. Hmm. Doesn't the cat kinda say it all? Cat doesn't worry about makin' terra cotta pots pretty, paying the mortgage or debate whether to buy exercise equipment or order Pizza Hut Pan Pizza. Nope. Cat decides if food dish is filled to her satisfaction. And if her litter box stinky-free so can go and do her business and make the litter box just as it was before. Then cat will decide if I am worthy enough for her to curl in my lap, scratch up my legs while she makes her one brand of biscuits and possibly purr to signify I've done what a good job--for now.
And ya know what? I would not have my Saturday any other way.
The beauty of a cat's love is it is pretty unconditional. Yea, I know the cat nay-sayers would so say "NAY". However us cat lovers know different.***Too bad our human relationships aren't so. They should be. Even as a Woman of Faith it can be hard. What am I getting at? Well, today Pastor Rickie Rush of Inspiring Body of Christ Church, here in Dallas, spoke how people in our lives act when WE go thru a crisis. Not them. US. What a crisis means to them and to us. How a crisis actually strenghtens the one going thru it. A crisis also reveals what was already there. Good and bad.****The good is knowing you have friends that will see you thru. The bad is they hi-tail the minute it's more than a cold you have. Oh, sure they may hand you a tissue . Then they say they're going to the drug store to pick more up....and you never see them again. Friends cannot carry your burden/cross, yet the true friends will wait at the tomb until you come out.*****Pastor we can worry so much about a good person leaving our lives, we don't concentrate on the not so good ones, that we care for, yet they don't do anything for us. Been there. Even got the t-shirt. ******This happened when I had my little open heart surgery a few years ago. The man I loved enough to marry (I thought) his name is Bear--I've blogged about him-wound up asking me twice (or was it three times?) to forgive him for not being there for me. He wasn't either. He thought I was being untrue about my prognosis. He said he 'knew me'....he didn't. He said I lived too far away to bring me some strawberries, when he knew I couldn't drive and couldn't walk more than 10 mins before I had to sit down. Yet, he would take someone else he knew cross town in an ice storm, with plastic over one car window. I lived closer. And it was a clear day.*******Then I think of Movie Man--I've blogged about us too. He was THERE every step of the way. He was the last person I saw, the night before surgery. He brought me home from the hospital. My birthday was a couple weeks after I got to go home. I still couldn't drive and barely could last past 7 pm. He made sure I had a birthday. He came to get me. Helped me walk thru the places we went. And when I had to give myself my daily I-V, which looked like a lemon. We sat in a parking lot of a grocery store. Movie Man drank his Mountain Dew, I gave myself my I-V and wondered would my life go toward the better. He made sure I didn't over do it. I know it was a scarey time for him, yet Movie Man was there. Bear, I wanted to be there--he chose not to.********Fast forward to today. Neither man is in my life. As Pastor Rush preached today, I thought so much about both Bear and Movie Man. So different they are of each other. Age. Skin color. Yet they both did care for me--in their own way. It just didn't seem to be what I absolutely needed. ***The theme Pastor Rush preaches is "At This Level"--how some folks may not 'get you' and they may not want you to change. Why? Because they can't handle it. People that are called to you never leave. The folks that aren't-- never stay. The thing is, how to know the difference?
That's a God thing***After I pray, I'm gonna pet a cat.
I'm glad. I'm tired too. One cat is curled right here on my desk. I'd take a photo, yet the battery is dead. Then I have another in the space between my back and the back of the chair. Trust me, the space wasn't there before. I can't believe the cat is comfy back there. If he fidgets just one more time I'll be on the floor. Cats. Gotta love em. And I do. I have a male chum who likes cats too. I never thought I'd meet a man who liked cats, more less had three of this own. The male chum is a nice guy. No love connection or anything close to it. Just a fellow fan of feline. Nice change. Monday, I'm done with you. Let Tuesday have a chance.
I do. I heart them alot. Always have. Always will. Most men I've know hate em. In fact, back in 2008, I blogged bout a cat chat with a male chum- Click here to take a look. Anyway, I heart cats. I remember being mad at Mom because she wouldn't let Me keep any of the outside cats inside- Not until we got a little Siamese kitten Mom named Minglee Who was the first cat that ever slept with me-- And so has every cat since, including the one posted here... Too bad most of my chums hate cats. Too sneaky they say. A couple men said I'd pick a cat over them... When I was younger I woulda got rid of cat in a blink if I could keep the guy... Now being older and continue to ignore AARP membership invites I'd give a man a lovely parting gift and send him on his way.... Purr-fect man is Christian who likes cats and doesn't think twice bout the poo box-- I do believe he does exist... Yep, I heart cats! And proud to admit it... ...I want a dog too....
Folks know I'm all about the feline. Grew up with cats that my mom would not let keep inside. Not until we got a Siamese kitten for 10 bucks. that got named Minglee--by Mom. She adored this cat. While me being an only child finally had another living creature, under the same roof, to share all my secrets with.
Now I have what seems like a neighborhood full of cats who let me live with them. Aafter I feed and tend to their potty boxes, of course. They grace me with a purr or three. None really like to be held nor are much of a lap cat.
What they are good is when I try to sleep at night. When I contour myself in positions to not to mess with their sleep. A cat catching some Z's is a 10 ton brick covered with fur. Try to move one. Impossible. My cats decide I'm the one they do love when they attache their bodies of brick against my legs. Talk about no circulation. Or one decides I must not be positioned on the pillow just right or I have their space. Or I just should be awake at 2am to love them--and he pats and pulls my hair.
The thing is--I wouldn't change a thing. Except I wish my Mom would have let the cats I had before we got the Siamese for 10 bucks aka Minglee, inside. They were just as special as Minglee. So I guess I make up for it now.
Cat lover or not, cue up this video. I laughed OUT loud. Trust me.
