Crazy Cat Lady; Part One

Last night was Book Club night. Part of our conversation was about the book we’d read, part of it was about other topics. One other topic was a recently adopted one-eyed cat. This conversation moved on to the three cats I’ve owned and the circumstances that brought each of them into my life.

I realized that each of my crazy cats has a story that deserves to be told, so I will be posting them here. Starting tomorrow you can come back and start with cat number one – Sebastian – a ferral grey Main Coon kitten who won my heart and has the distinction of being the first and only cat my dad ever liked. After Sebastian there was Sensei, arguably, possibly the offspring of a bobcat, and Sasha, the fiesty Tuxedo currently running our house. 

Sasha letting me know she doesn’t have to listen to me.

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I’m just a Short, Little Ball of Emotions

Writing has always been more than just telling stories. I love to tell a story, but I’ve also used it to keep from falling apart. Getting the pain gathered onto a page is a cathartic way to force them out of my heart. Sometimes I worry about “oversharing” with the emotional side of my writing, but then days like today come up and I decide it must be.

 

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A Snowball’s Chance

So, I’m working on watching what I eat, trying to lose weight. I don’t always do well with this whole eating healthy thing. Mostly because I have a natural affinity for pretty much all things containing sugar.

Friday there was cake at work. A lot of cake. I didn’t have cake. Sunday there was soooooo much Easter candy. I didn’t have candy. Monday there was a huge celebration cake at work and it looked like it had real frosting. My favorite. I went back to my desk without any of it.

But tonight…tonight I caved for a traditional Easter Snowball. It was green. I don’t feel (very) guilty.

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