CalliesMom
05-28-2005, 08:56 PM
There are so many reasons why I love my kitties. They love me, regardless, of what I look like in the mornings and don't complain about the little things in life...except, of course, if I'm running late with breakfast or dinner.
I've told this story before but I'm feeling particularly "lovey" tonight towards the kitties. Hubby is at a friend's house and it's just me and them.
My father passed away March 4, 2000 from a massive heart attack a week before I was to come home for spring break. I did not take his death well, as he was my best friend and I love him more than just about anyone in this entire world. I contemplated suicide, could hardly make it out of bed for two months.
In mid-April, Jason (my now husband) came home with this loud, obnoxiously meowy orange baby girl that someone had THROWN out of a vehicle in front of him. :mad: He would normally not have pulled over for someone dumping garbage outside, but he knew it was an animal when he caught a glimpse of the orange fur. He found her and brought her home--Shadow and Whisper were with my mother as my roommate at the time was allergic (they lived with her for 8 months before the roommate moved out).
She was into EVERYTHING. She was not more than six weeks old I believe, as her eyes were still blue. She would fall asleep at night purring in the curve of my neck. She used my back as a jumping post to get from the bed to the desk...I looked like I had been whipped as I had so many scratches on my back as she CLAWED her way up me. She cried at 4 AM for food, if her litter was dirty, if she needed attention...GEES I don't think I slept very well the first few weeks we had her.
I began to feel a bit of happiness in my fog of despair. The more I thought about it, the more I truly believe that my father sent her to me. He knew I needed something to make the days a little easier..something to look forward to waking up for and not just thinking about how horrible the future would be. She is my gift from Heaven and I am truly grateful I have her in my life.
She has the best personality--she's loud, into everything, nawtee as can be...but when she wants, she will come and love on you. I love when she lays on me while I'm on the couch....or comes and sleeps by my head at night. She'll never be my lap kitty or snuggle buddy, but that's okay. She is who she is meant to be and for that I am grateful.
http://www.imagestation.com/picture/sraid161/p8b59cf6fd0173c28cc9fbac448f84698/f4d6ead9.jpg
I've told this story before but I'm feeling particularly "lovey" tonight towards the kitties. Hubby is at a friend's house and it's just me and them.
My father passed away March 4, 2000 from a massive heart attack a week before I was to come home for spring break. I did not take his death well, as he was my best friend and I love him more than just about anyone in this entire world. I contemplated suicide, could hardly make it out of bed for two months.
In mid-April, Jason (my now husband) came home with this loud, obnoxiously meowy orange baby girl that someone had THROWN out of a vehicle in front of him. :mad: He would normally not have pulled over for someone dumping garbage outside, but he knew it was an animal when he caught a glimpse of the orange fur. He found her and brought her home--Shadow and Whisper were with my mother as my roommate at the time was allergic (they lived with her for 8 months before the roommate moved out).
She was into EVERYTHING. She was not more than six weeks old I believe, as her eyes were still blue. She would fall asleep at night purring in the curve of my neck. She used my back as a jumping post to get from the bed to the desk...I looked like I had been whipped as I had so many scratches on my back as she CLAWED her way up me. She cried at 4 AM for food, if her litter was dirty, if she needed attention...GEES I don't think I slept very well the first few weeks we had her.
I began to feel a bit of happiness in my fog of despair. The more I thought about it, the more I truly believe that my father sent her to me. He knew I needed something to make the days a little easier..something to look forward to waking up for and not just thinking about how horrible the future would be. She is my gift from Heaven and I am truly grateful I have her in my life.
She has the best personality--she's loud, into everything, nawtee as can be...but when she wants, she will come and love on you. I love when she lays on me while I'm on the couch....or comes and sleeps by my head at night. She'll never be my lap kitty or snuggle buddy, but that's okay. She is who she is meant to be and for that I am grateful.
http://www.imagestation.com/picture/sraid161/p8b59cf6fd0173c28cc9fbac448f84698/f4d6ead9.jpg