Patches
Pixie
These are my furry friends, sisters born and raised in Georgia… ha ha! Born in Georgia not really sure you can raise cats. There is a story to them… sadly I never wanted to be the cat lady. Funny I referenced myself as a cat lady yesterday at lunch with some new friends. Before writing this I honestly looked up cat lady in my dictionary… couldn’t find it. What is the definition? Is there a certain age to be considered a cat LADY? More than 1 cat? Living alone with cats? Then yep I am a cat lady. However I don’t want to be cat obsessed to the point of… here is a story about that.
My internship was in Riverdale, Georgia. That was my first adventure from Michigan to this state. My second being my move back to Brunswick. Okay so I lived with a dietitian in Griffin, Georgia. Wait I lived with her and her precious really furry friend Annabelle. I didn’t think that furry friend was precious because when I was left alone with her she made horrible hairballs on purpose I swear! I would cat sit every once in a while and the ultimate “oh no way” was when my roommate gave me instructions how how to speak to her cat and call it into the bathroom to lick the water coming out of the faucet. Yep at that moment I thought I never want to become like that.
Then came my move from Michigan again this time to Brunswick. My friend and coworker Norah’s cat had a litter. The story is that I said no to her first even as she tried to sell me that I needed a cat because I was here all by myself. Thoughts of Annabelle brought fear to what I would become. Until the day Norah called me to say she was in town and had the litter with her. I had to let her into my apartment, right? Well I did and I couldn’t resist those tiny kitten faces. I chose Pixie and Patches so they could have each other and would not be lonely!
And today I fed a stray cat so Lord knows I may be responsible for another cat… making 3! I feel like cats just draw to me like they know I have a soft heart towards them. Or maybe they smell the scent of Pixie and Patches.
These furry friends of mine have been the first thing I really loved since my mom died. I can’t run from them. Somedays I wonder about giving them away because I don’t know how I will face the day they pass away. But I don’t do that because I know I am supposed to embrace their love and enjoy the moments I have with them. The amazing thing is… they have been a very big part of my emotional healing and recovery. Pixie and Patches are my gift from God and really have been pet therapy for my soul~so…
If I am definition of cat lady I think I am okay with that!
Oh and anyone wanting a cat? There are strays where I live and they are so sweet!
