{January 29, 2014}   He Owns Me

I wonder what would happen if my pager went off right now??? Haha.

Harley’s second day home and he owns me. Or at least he thinks he does. I’ve found him to be very possessive of me, he doesn’t want anyone coming near me and it’s all I can do to hold him back so someone can enter my house. I got me a real guard dog!
He slept in my bed with me last night and I learned that he is a big bed hog. He pushes me to the edge of the bed, lays across the bed and partially on top of me. He’s such a sweet boy. All he wants is to be with me or on me at all times.
Yep, he definitely owns me!

{October 20, 2013}   A Cat? A Dog? A Toddler?
Babe and I reading a book.

Babe and I reading a book.

My cat, Babe, doesn’t seem to know what she is. She looks like a cat, acts like a dog and sits like a toddler in it’s mother’s lap. However, Babe is my best friend in the world. She’s nonjudgmental, she loves me no matter what mood I’m in, she doesn’t nag or ask endless questions and she’s always loving. If Babe were a person instead of a cat she’d be my soul mate, not doubt.

This revelation comes at a time when I’m mourning a friendship that has recently ended. I was pretty much over it when it ended, it was me who said “enough, I can’t do this anymore”, but the former friend won’t let sleeping dogs lie. She is understandably angry about how the friendship suddenly ceased to be and it seems that every other day she is texting me something outrageous and accusing. This is very much the reason I had to end the friendship in the way that I did. She is mentally ill and refuses to seek help. Unfortunately, I cannot help her and I was hoping that by walking away like I did she would realize that her friends have disappeared one by one and by no one’s fault except her own, and somehow she would see that she needs to get help. So far it has not worked out that way. This evening while driving around and enjoying my music I received yet another unpleasant text from this woman. She is now accusing me of stealing $5,000 from her… last week. It’s been at least a month since I’ve seen her. She’s calling me every name in the book and then some and accusing me of stealing the money from her and threatening to call the police. Oh how I hope she does. It would make me feel better. I’ve done a lot for her in the past eight years and it really hurts that she would pull something like this. I wouldn’t take a penny from someone without asking and then I’d give them a dollar to pay them back. THAT’S the type of person I am. I guess the only thing I can do is ignore the texts and try to convince myself that she doesn’t matter and anyone who does matter won’t believe her absurd stories.

I’m learning that being a good person only gets you heartache and pain. At this rate I will be a bitter cat lady within the next five years.

I awoke about 05:30 this morning balling my eyes out because the pain in my shoulder was so bad. I haven’t a clue what I did to make it hurt so bad. But it hasn’t gotten any better throughout the day. In fact I called my doctors office begging them to call me in a script for pain meds, me- the one who is 100% against taking any meds that would impair my ability to do my job. At this point I can’t do my job anyway. I’m currently awaiting a call back from my doctors office.
I went out and bought a cat door, $39.98, and had my Dad install it today. My cat won’t use it. Instead, she avoids it like the plague and still scratches the hell out of my door. I guess I’ll google how to make a cat use a cat door.
As I bang this post out, sitting in my room in the sweltering heat, my thermometer reads 98.5 degrees outdoors and 98 degrees indoors. I’m melting.

{June 13, 2013}   Attack on Chipmunk Lane

So I decided I’d burn some confidential papers in our burn barrel in the yard. As the fire got going good a chipmunk came flying out from under the barrel and ran up the inside of my leg. Scared the shit out of me! It seems appropriate though, because I live on Chipmunk Lane.


Those cute little rodents have some sharp nails!

{March 9, 2013}   Unconditional Love

What’s better than unconditional love? Nothing. Who’s love for you will never waver? When you’re having a bad day or are absolutely miserable? Your pet. Mine happens to be Babe, my cat. She loves me no matter what. She loves me so much, she’ll sit through hours of an L Word marathon. That’s love.



{October 4, 2012}   Rain, Illness & Snuggles

I awoke to a cold, rainy day and a pounding headache. To top it off, I have a sick six-year-old home from school today. She’s been sleeping on the couch off and on all day, so I’ve been eating up the snuggles that my cat, Babe, has to offer. There’s something so calming and peaceful about Babe cradled in the nook of my arm like a baby actively dreaming. I’ve been watching her whiskers twitch and feeling her paws open and close on the back of my hand. I can just imagine what she’s dreaming about… hunting a mouse, playing with the kids or chasing one of her toys.

Babe was three years old when I adopted her from a Humane Society four years ago. I remember the day I brought her home to live with me. She was very skid-dish and the first this she did when I set her on the floor was find a place to hide. She hid for hours before she would come out to eat a few bites of food and use her litter box, only to quickly go back into hiding. She behaved this way for weeks and then all of a sudden one night, she climbed into my bed, burrowed under the blankets and slept curled up against my thighs. That was the end of her shy days. From then on she was jumping in anyone’s lap who was sitting, she followed me from room to room, even sitting on the edge of the bathtub while I showered. When I think back on the amazing, over-night transformation that Babe accomplished I am in awe. I love her like a child.

Anyway, my point is: The perfect cure for feeling under the weather on a depressing, rainy day is snuggling with your best friend.  Yes folks, I will be a crazy cat lady. I’m almost there, just need a few more cats 😉


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