My cats are in need of therapy or they just do not tolerate humanity. …… Not sure which.

My cats are like no other I have ever had. I think they are mixed with bobcat. I found the mommy (now named Twilight since she is black with a touch of white)when she was pregnant. She was so young I brought her in when it came close to having her kittens and she did fine. She had two sets of twins. Two black and two striped. We named them Trooper, Scout, Pixie and Midnight. My husband built a catio where they can actually come in and out of the heat.
It has been a bit since my cat passed and this many at once is new to me. Well, they are a few months old now, mom has been fixed and we are working on these. But Scout and Trooper hunt me like a wildcat. They sneak up behind me and pounce on my back. They can actually climb a wall halfway. They wait until night and then all four prowl outdoors and inside and they make the loudest noises. I think they are people jumping up the stairs.
The other two, Pixie and Midnight love to play and be petted. So do Scout and Trooper unless it is hunting time. I think they are actually stalking me. Did I mention they like to wait until I am crossing the room and then knock into my legs almost tripping me. They watch the news. yes. The news. I laugh but there are those times, well, I just don’t know if maybe my cats are aliens.

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Life is not easy sometimes… But it can always be beautiful. Even when it is ugly.

Sometimes I have really,really bad days. But on those days I try hard to find beauty in something. My marigolds with their bright and multi colored schemes, the wild kittens that came from nowhere and play in those tall Marigold bushes. Yeah, I planted so many they look like bushes as opposed to individual plants. 🙂 I look at the sky and struggle to find whatever shapes i can to get my mind off the drudgery.
I also find beauty on my good days. My wonderful pets who snuggle or my cats who are aliens. I never figure them out. One minute they want to be petted and the next,they act like wild cats and pounce on me unsuspected. I smile at the joy my little Ki brings as she reads me books and tells me about her imaginary journeys from these books.
I find a smile when i look at my girls photos, one who left this earth so many years ago but her smile in that photo reminds of her life and the joy she brought us with it. My other daughter with her determination and sometimes, too much like mine stubborn yet open personality. I find joy in the catio my husband made so the pets could be protected from predators.
There is a lot of hate in this world but maybe if we can focus on the beautiful, we can get through it and live for the moment if nothing else.

Animals & Exercise……

I LOVE animals and how they just seem to bring joy and such unconditional love no matter what. It helps so much with anxiety. I have also found just light exercise seems to help some but this post is just a thought of things that can help us even if we do not have anxiety. I know, short but just a suggestion maker. lol.