I wish I could cuddle up tight...in a furry ball of warmth and peace. Look at Wensday. She's got no problems. There is always food when she asks, cuddle times when she wants, litter box cleaned, (she doesn't go outside...raised for first three years as an indoor) snacks given when cute faces made...which is a lot! She has a pretty sweet life for a cat. Her portly figure can attest to that fact. She is not a "FAT CAT", more of a little round fur ball and a tiny head. ALL of her is sweet though. That, I know as pure and true. She will cuddle with anyone...even Maggie these days. Since Maggie was attacked and healing from the wounds, Wensday has sat beside her more often than not. I feel that she is trying to be comforting to Maggie. She must sense the stress that Maggie has been feeling. It's not everyday a lovey, dovey old lady dog like Maggie gets bit by a misbehavin' dog. But, it does happen unfortunately...and Maggie is a mega trooper...All Star! Anyways...she was feeling quite low there after the incident and Wensday was giving her more love because of it. What a sweet kitty. Wensday generally is quite jealous of Maggie and the affection that we have for her. I guess it doesn't allow her to have us 100% of the time anymore. And when we leave the house...so does Maggie. It's the way kids always feel their siblings get more attention than them. But Wensday is the one who gets to sleep on the bed in between our heads to cuddle throughout the night...so I feel it's fair. Wensday likes to help me with everything I do. If I am on the floor reading the Sounder News
she will be sitting right on top of it...I mean should I not always pay full attention to her. When I am trying to do something like playing around with cross stitch...she sits on my lap because it makes it, oh so much easier for me to actually hold everything between my knees AND stitch. Ha ha ha! Right now she is on my lap...sitting, instead of laying so that her pawsare digging into my things. She stands so hard! I can especially feel it in my right thigh where I have the "triple" section of bone. (from my last surgery where they cut in half a 2.5" section of femur and let it blend to the outside of the bones once pushed back together...that is the short explanation) But I won't make her move. I like her being there. I love her and she loves me and we are family so it's the way it should be. :o)
Just felt like writing something about her today because she is such a sweetie...and I suppose I do at times feel guilty because I rave about Maggie A LOT! And we have had Maggie in our lives for just over 2 years. I brought Wensday home 14 years ago this month. She is my real baby! Oh little Wendy Wiener!
This is Wensday hanging with us at the bonfire...she has to be a part of every family bonfire. She'll find herself a little perch...like MY SEAT...and just sit and watch us roasting marshmallows and cooking oysters or whatevs. She just has to be a part of the fun. Can't wait for
bonfires at the new place!
Look at that face. She is such a cutie pa-tootie that is for sure. Cheers to you Wenny Woo!
Suppose I could call this next blurb my "forward"...
I am who I am and I am that way because it was just meant to be...and you know what?? After nearly 35 years...I can finally accept that statement as a true testament to how I feel and where I am at in my life. I decided to make this blog in order to keep an online journal for myself. Get things out of my head that are newly there or have been covered in cobwebs and I have been FAR too lazy to sweep out. Well, I am going to do it. And hopefully in doing it I can feel better and happier and more centered by getting things out of my head and heart, whether it be a feeling of the day...or something from my past that makes sense to me now from some crazy situation or circumstance that I was in in recent past or what seems like ages ago. It'll be fun and I will enjoy it...I know I will...I love to speak and chat and chat and chat, this is my "new" platform. Hmmm...
Anyhow, maybe reading the crap that spews with force out of my mouth and onto my blog can also have a great affect on you, the reader, if anyone even does read these rants. And maybe...just maybe, the ramblings on my pages will be good for you to hear...like something you just needed to hear from someone else. I don't even really know what the heck I am talking about...but it still makes complete sense to me. Perhaps it will eventually make sense to you.
Of course let's not forget my first reasoning for starting this blog in the first place...reading my crap may make you the reader understand more that a "One Armed" woman is every bit just like you and everyone you know. Normal...with a few crazy tendencies...with, perhaps a chaser of compulsions. ;o) Hee hee!
p.s. I also am a story teller. A detailed story teller of the drama and on goings in this whacky thing I call my life. I have been through and seen some wild things my friend. I have been known to find and sometimes knowingly put myself in some awkward and very strange situations...you'll see...er, I mean read. Cause you know I am gonna talk about them! ;op
Grew up in Winnipeg, Manitoba...super cool city. Proud Prairie Girl! I am the dreaded "middle" child. Squished between my older bro and my baby sis...I love them both dearly. They have kids, so I have 5 nieces and 2 nephews...all of whom are the cutest most sweetest children EVER!! I have an amazing mom & dad and my last remaining grandparent, Omi. ;o)
I LOOOOVE animals...ALL animals. I love to read, go for walks on the beach or in the forest, chilling with a movie and my man, drinking red wine and hanging with my girlfriends. I love to have fun and laugh as much as possible. Life is short...live and laugh it up!
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