Peanut, Ginger and Stripe
March 9, 2015
Every morning after our cats eat, we let them outside. When it’s warm they love to go outside. When it’s colder, not so much. I have a rule for my kitties, as long as they don’t run around like crazy cats, rip up the already ripped up leather couch, they are allowed to stay inside. Once they start to rip around, out they go. And if it’s cold outside, they go downstairs. They know the rules. I know, I know, people say they’re cats, they have no rules but these ones do.
Today three out of five chose to go outside as soon as I opened the door. The other two, Ginger and Stripe opted for the comfy chairs. I have a chair I begin my mornings in. It’s my meditation chair. Too often Stripe my constant companion joins me, which can be annoying because he may or may not demand my attention. I have a don’t bother me rule in the morning. My son knows he has to be quiet, don’t talk or make weird noises and Stripe knows don’t bite me, don’t bite my pendant hanging around my neck and if I have earrings on, don’t bat them. After my morning meditation everyone is allowed to proceed as usual.
This morning Stripe had to bite my kyanite pendant too many times. No, no, no. Finally he settled in on my lap and let the meditation begin. I meditate in the morning to set the tone of my day and of course to connect with anyone who wants a distance healing session. It’s my way of kind of saving the world although I don’t really think the world needs saving.
Later when I was out watering horses Peanut, our only female who is too cute that she often is the only one who gets to stay inside while everyone else is outside, sidled up along Tommy, our larger more rotund male cat and asked him, “Why are you so fat?” I just about burst out laughing because she is so tiny and because she has had such good care from the day we found her and other kittens under the deck, she could never understand Tommy’s eating issues. We thought Tommy was a stray or a cat that had been dropped off about two years ago. When we found out he was the neighbor’s cat, we asked if we could take him when we moved. The neighbor’s said yes and he moved with us. Poor Tommy, he never had a life like Peanut and her littermates had. He lived outside while Peanut, Ginger and Stripe lived like royalty complete with baths once a week when they were little. They have never known hunger and extreme worminess like Tommy has. I am pretty sure Tommy just kind of grunted something in reply like, “You don’t understand,” and left it at that. He’s like that, a cat of few words but I know he is very grateful for enough food, seasonal deworming and a nice comfy couch or chair to crash on at night.
Every morning after our cats eat, we let them outside. When it’s warm they love to go outside. When it’s colder, not so much. I have a rule for my kitties, as long as they don’t run around like crazy cats, rip up the already ripped up leather couch, they are allowed to stay inside. Once they start to rip around, out they go. And if it’s cold outside, they go downstairs. They know the rules. I know, I know, people say they’re cats, they have no rules but these ones do.
Today three out of five chose to go outside as soon as I opened the door. The other two, Ginger and Stripe opted for the comfy chairs. I have a chair I begin my mornings in. It’s my meditation chair. Too often Stripe my constant companion joins me, which can be annoying because he may or may not demand my attention. I have a don’t bother me rule in the morning. My son knows he has to be quiet, don’t talk or make weird noises and Stripe knows don’t bite me, don’t bite my pendant hanging around my neck and if I have earrings on, don’t bat them. After my morning meditation everyone is allowed to proceed as usual.
This morning Stripe had to bite my kyanite pendant too many times. No, no, no. Finally he settled in on my lap and let the meditation begin. I meditate in the morning to set the tone of my day and of course to connect with anyone who wants a distance healing session. It’s my way of kind of saving the world although I don’t really think the world needs saving.
Later when I was out watering horses Peanut, our only female who is too cute that she often is the only one who gets to stay inside while everyone else is outside, sidled up along Tommy, our larger more rotund male cat and asked him, “Why are you so fat?” I just about burst out laughing because she is so tiny and because she has had such good care from the day we found her and other kittens under the deck, she could never understand Tommy’s eating issues. We thought Tommy was a stray or a cat that had been dropped off about two years ago. When we found out he was the neighbor’s cat, we asked if we could take him when we moved. The neighbor’s said yes and he moved with us. Poor Tommy, he never had a life like Peanut and her littermates had. He lived outside while Peanut, Ginger and Stripe lived like royalty complete with baths once a week when they were little. They have never known hunger and extreme worminess like Tommy has. I am pretty sure Tommy just kind of grunted something in reply like, “You don’t understand,” and left it at that. He’s like that, a cat of few words but I know he is very grateful for enough food, seasonal deworming and a nice comfy couch or chair to crash on at night.