i am spying on mama. she does strange things in the little room where her litter box is. besides using the box, i mean that’s not strange. she brushes her hair and that’s not strange either. everybody needs a good brush now and then. she does it every day which is a bit obsessive but better that than not often enough or not at all.
the strange part is that she washes her face. that isn’t odd all faces should be washed often, but what is strange is she puts stuff on her clean face. why put stuff on a perfectly clean face? it’s beyond me. it does smell good though. i am not going to tell you about the bigger little room where she sits in hot water it’s just too weird. the other odd thing is she puts a brush in her mouth and instead of having a good chew she adds goo and brushes her teeth! i don’t think the goo even tastes good because she spits it out.
i’m not going to go into all the dressing and undressing and dressing again that goes on. why people just don’t have fur coats is really odd. inefficient, expensive, and time-consuming if you ask me.
do all peoples do this stuff? i know none of you come with fur coats and do the dressing thing but the other stuff? and you think cats are odd.
ps, you can see really cute cat stuff at feline friday just click here
This is the city where I live.
It is a small city that thinks it is a big city.
It has the usual city problems but overall it is a good place to live.
I have had good and bad times here…mostly good.
When I moved here I had family here but they are gone now.
There are people who have welcomed me into their lives.
They are wonderful friends, some have become family.
I am grateful for the people who have become friends and family.
They have made this city a good place for me to live.
When I moved here I thought I would stay
a couple of years then move back home.
I have lived here 36 years.
So, I guess this is home now.
Lost in Translation’s Thursday’s Special
prompt this week:
When I was a child my grandmothers and mother had button jars.
I think almost every woman had one.
When something was ready for the rag box the buttons were taken off and saved.
If something was made at home and new buttons bought,
at the five and dime store, the extras went into the button jar.
I don’t think women have button jars anymore…or rag boxes.
I don’t have a rag box but, I do have a button jar.
The picture is of the buttons from my jar.
Some of the buttons are from gramma’s jar, some from mom’s and some
are extras that come with sweaters, shirts, and blouses that I buy.
When I was little I would sort through the button jars.
It was like the buttons were jewels and kind of magical.
Sometimes I sort through the buttons I have.
They are like magical jewels bringing sweet memories to mind.
My name is Jack. I will tell you a little about myself. Patricia is my mama. She adopted me October 1, 2014. I had wandered away from my home and got lost. I was trying to find my way back home but just got more lost. A lady saw me and put food and water out for me. I was so grateful I went right up to her and purred my thanks. She called shelters and the animal jail but no one had reported me missing. She put signs on posts and trees in her neighborhood but nobody called. She wanted to keep me but her crazy dog wouldn’t let her. So, she called her friend, Patricia, to see if she would take me.
You know that Patricia said yes and her friend, the nice lady, brought me here and now Patricia is my mama. There is another cat here, Teddy. I like him ok but he is not too happy to be sharing mama. Once in a while we play chase or wrestle. Most of the time Teddy just wants to fight. Let me tell you I am getting tired of it! Mama says eventually Teddy will figure out that I am here to stay and make the best of it. I don’t know when eventually is but I hope it is soon.
As you can see I am a handsome young man. I am good-natured and intelligent. Mama says I am something of a clown. And I shed. I shed a lot! The way Mama says it I guess that “shed a lot” is not one of my better traits. But I don’t scratch anything other than the cat tree and the cardboard scratcher. I know that is a very good thing because Mama always gets that funny cooing voice and tells me what a good boy I am.
That’s it for now. Don’t believe everything Teddy says about me. He is such a grouch!
My grandfather, Pa, died when I was about two. Gramma and my aunt lived together. My aunt worked and had friends she spent time with leaving Gramma alone a lot of the time so I often stayed with her.
My favorite memory of her is when one night as she was tucking me into bed I told her the quilt was too heavy. That is when she told me about the Angels. She said it wasn’t the quilt that seemed heavy it was my Guardian Angel sitting there getting comfortable for the night. I had never heard of Guardian Angels! Gramma said everybody gets one when they are born and while we live they never leave us. She said that even when we are hurt or something bad happens they are with us so all will be well with our soul. And when we die they go with us on that last journey and make sure we know our way around heaven. Then they are reassigned and go on to meet their new baby. How awesome!
From then on I believed without a doubt that I have a Guardian Angel. I am sure there have been times I have given my Angel reason to ask for another assignment. I am just as sure there has never been a time my Angel has left me unattended and alone. I cannot imagine life without this blessing. I will always be grateful for Gramma telling me about Guardian Angels.
No family is perfect and mine was far from perfect
Yet, for all the craziness and dysfunction we were family.
I was not the easiest child, teen, young adult to put up with but,
no matter what, I knew the love of my parents and brothers.
I will always be thankful for my family.
Even though we did drive each other crazy most of the time.