Boots
Ok, so I am human. No suprise there (or maybe a little)! I have crazy thoughts that I know now one else thinks about. For instance, I think God definately has a sense of humor. In my deranged mind, I can almost see God sitting in heaven, laughing at me.
That is God's sense of humor. I have learned a few things from this.
1. Cats are definately not like dogs!
2. Never say, "How hard can this be?"
3. God has a way of letting you know that you are not the supreme being we think we are sometimes.
(BTW, as I am typing this, Boots is nipping my toes!)
Ok, so I am human. No suprise there (or maybe a little)! I have crazy thoughts that I know now one else thinks about. For instance, I think God definately has a sense of humor. In my deranged mind, I can almost see God sitting in heaven, laughing at me.
For instance, I already introduced my "kids". Goliath, the lab. Boots, my middle child and tabby cat. And Sheba, my youngest and "wild child." I have never had cats before. I may never have them again, but I do have two now. Goliath, we got from a shelter when my other lab, Abbie, was put to sleep at age 17. We have had him for a little over a year now. Boots and Sheba are outside, neighborhood cats that we have "rescued". Boots, has respiratory issues that makes it hard for her to breathe. She sounds like a kid slurping her soup when she grooms! We brought her in when it started getting cold because we knew she wouldn't make it through the winter. Sheba, again, was a neighborhood kitten (different litter, different mom) that we brought in. She was an unexpected Christmas present that I am unable to return (not that I really would at this point, but really have come close). We brought her in because she was half the size of her littermates. One of them was actually 3 times her size. She was skin and bones and knew she would never be able to handle the cold. Come to find out, she just was getting the leftovers from the rest of the litter. We brought her in and in 2 months, she has doubled her weight. She is about 6months now and only weighs 3.9 pounds.
I can actually imagine God laughing so hard that he almost falls over. (Yeah, I have a very active imagination!) Boots, for some reason, has a quirk that makes her want to be close to me. She likes my long skirts because she can hide under them when I am sitting down. The only problem with that is that she tends to want to climb up my legs when she does that. She is just looney! Tonight was no different. She was trying to get under my skirt before church. After church, I quickly changed into my pjs and she tried to climb up the legs. When she couldn't get up there (she got her head stuck, which was not fun for me) she decided to use me a spring board. Then she jsut collapses like she just ran a marathon. What gives??
Ok, so here is some background information on my cats. They are spoiled! Don't let them tell you otherwise. Boots has rhinotracheitis (upper respiratory issues that she will have for her life) and doesnt eat much as a result. We try to keep food out for her at all times, so we have 2 types of dry food (an adult and a kitten formula) and they get a can of wet food in the morning and evening. They are in no way starving.
One Sunday, we ran out of the kitten food. She had plenty of other food, so we waited until our normal shopping trip on Monday to get the kitten food. Mom and I went to Target and got it. I unloaded the groceries and gave the cats the kitten food before changing into my pjs. (I always wear the pjs around the house). My two cats are sitting in my recliner and were still there when I came back. Mom was asking me something about the remote (I think we were looking for Jon and Kate plus 8) and I had my back to the girls. No sooner had I turned my back to Boots, than she launches herself out of the recliner. She proceeds to attach herself by the claws to my rear. Once I scream and grab her paw to lift her up so she is not hanging, letting gravity pull her down, I look at Mom to help me. Mom is doubled over laughing. She is of no use to me with this cat hanging from my rear. I finally get her free and she walks off, turns to look at me as if to say "You know why." Still, I have NO clue what got into her. I really think Sheba was laughing as well. Goliath was the only one who was concerned, but his help was not something I needed.
That is God's sense of humor. I have learned a few things from this.
1. Cats are definately not like dogs!
2. Never say, "How hard can this be?"
3. God has a way of letting you know that you are not the supreme being we think we are sometimes.
(BTW, as I am typing this, Boots is nipping my toes!)
