Today could have been considered a bad day. I broke out in hives, was stung by a bee multiple times, had bad pains remaining from the biopsy. Instead I choose to look at the bright side. Today was a good day because I got to be outside. Today was a good day because my husband, my brother and I got my garden in. Today was a good day because I survived being stung multiple times. Today was a good day because even after all of that and all the allergy meds to keep me alive I mustered the energy to cook. So, even though several bad things happened I'm choosing to make it a good day. I chose to keep going and be Tuff. I chose how my day would be. Thanks to my husband and little brothers hard work we have a lot to show for our work day! It was a good day!
Sunday, May 25, 2014
Thursday, May 22, 2014
My journey begins
I have had my first meeting with the bariatric department. I have a binder to study, a book to read, and a food journal to keep. This doesn't worry me. So far my concerns are my food allergies. Like if I can't eat nuts and I don't eat fish then how do I keep enough protein in me? Well I was thinking yogurts and chicken will become a big part of my diet along with some whey protein powder. I would love if anyone has high protein recipe's to share! I also have been practicing chewing everything to the consistency of applesauce and eating slowly. I put my fork down in between each bite. This will be an adjustment but my current concerns are, How will I keep up my energy? How painful will it be after surgery? How much longer until I can get it? I'm so anxious and a little excited. I'm also concerned that I will not absorb all the vitamins I need. I already take a daily vitamin because I have trouble absorbing certain vitamins. I hope that as I get closer to the surgery day I will feel more and more excited and less and less nervous. My next major hurdle will be to give up Soda completely. I drink a lot of juice and water but I still like a soda a day. I will have to quit that cause it can make me sick. I think we have decided to do the Gastric sleeve surgery instead of the bypass because there is less malabsorption. I have lost 4 pounds so far and I have 12.4 left to loose before surgery! My journey is starting and I'm pretty excited!
Biopsy
There are few words I dislike more then the word biopsy. They are not only anxiety causing tests but they are more often then not super uncomfortable. I had a biopsy today on my uterus. I'm a Tuff girl but I'm not gonna lie it hurt. This was the 4th one I've had. Last time before this it didn't hurt bad. This time my body wouldn't dilate. That is a problem because they game me medicine to make it dilate and it still didn't and especially when you are a muscular person there is no easy way to force instruments into a body part that wants to stay closed. I've had the same OBGYN since I was 14. She is wonderful and was as gentle as possible. It took about 20-30 minutes instead of the 20-30 seconds it normally does. I was in pain pretty much the whole time. Not unbearable at all since I have a high pain tolerance. I'm told that the pains from the biopsy are very similar to birth pains. This didn't make me want to rush off and get pregnant. However this will all be worth it if that biopsy comes back clear. That's all I want. So just a quick post to say to please stop and say a prayer that it comes back clear. I shall be busy thinking positively. That makes a difference I hear. I hope so!
Update! Biopsy came back clear. Everything is back to normal!!! Hooray!!! I got the news vhs on my birthday!! Best gift ever!
Monday, May 19, 2014
Dear Gramps
Dear Gramps,
You have been gone for years now. I still miss you everyday. I wonder if you knew how much you meant to me. I hope that you did. I had such an unstable childhood but the one thing I could always count on was you. My brothers and I were getting rained on waiting for the bus. You showed up the next weekend and built us a bus stop. I wanted a goat and there you were to build a goat pen with me. You were always there when we needed you. Now you're in heaven and I'd like to think you're still there when I need you. I think about what you would think of me living on a farm. I think you would be pleased. I was always such a city girl but I loved following you around so much that I would go do "boy things" as long as it meant time with you. I think that you were the first one to see the country princess side of me.
I used to cry every time I thought of you. I missed you then and I miss you now. It hasn't lessened over the years but I have learned to live with missing you. I will always miss you. Lately though I smile when I think of you. I remember getting the pool ready every year with you and I smile. When I'm tending my garden I remember helping you with the garden and eating all the ground cherries before we could even bring them to the house. My husband was surprised by that because he didn't think I'd eat something fresh from the dirt. All of these memories make me smile.
If I could have one more day with you I would tell you about all the times since you've gone that I wished more then anything that you were with me. I would show you my wedding pictures. I would tell you that I love you so much and I would get as many of your big bear hugs as I could. I'd ask you about Grandma and Alice and all the other loved ones up there. I would most of all thank you for helping me to become who I am. You always made me feel like I was important. You made me feel like it was okay to be the sassy girl I was and not to always just think about others. You are a huge part of who I am and I love you so much. I wish I had one more day with you but I know that I would wake up the next day and have to go through the mourning process all over again. I know I would always want just one more day. Sending hugs and kisses to heaven Gramps. I miss you.
-Punkin
You have been gone for years now. I still miss you everyday. I wonder if you knew how much you meant to me. I hope that you did. I had such an unstable childhood but the one thing I could always count on was you. My brothers and I were getting rained on waiting for the bus. You showed up the next weekend and built us a bus stop. I wanted a goat and there you were to build a goat pen with me. You were always there when we needed you. Now you're in heaven and I'd like to think you're still there when I need you. I think about what you would think of me living on a farm. I think you would be pleased. I was always such a city girl but I loved following you around so much that I would go do "boy things" as long as it meant time with you. I think that you were the first one to see the country princess side of me.
I used to cry every time I thought of you. I missed you then and I miss you now. It hasn't lessened over the years but I have learned to live with missing you. I will always miss you. Lately though I smile when I think of you. I remember getting the pool ready every year with you and I smile. When I'm tending my garden I remember helping you with the garden and eating all the ground cherries before we could even bring them to the house. My husband was surprised by that because he didn't think I'd eat something fresh from the dirt. All of these memories make me smile.
If I could have one more day with you I would tell you about all the times since you've gone that I wished more then anything that you were with me. I would show you my wedding pictures. I would tell you that I love you so much and I would get as many of your big bear hugs as I could. I'd ask you about Grandma and Alice and all the other loved ones up there. I would most of all thank you for helping me to become who I am. You always made me feel like I was important. You made me feel like it was okay to be the sassy girl I was and not to always just think about others. You are a huge part of who I am and I love you so much. I wish I had one more day with you but I know that I would wake up the next day and have to go through the mourning process all over again. I know I would always want just one more day. Sending hugs and kisses to heaven Gramps. I miss you.
-Punkin
Wednesday, May 14, 2014
Victim or survivor.
There are some things in life that you never imagine. I never thought my husband would loose his job and still be unemployed a year later. I never thought I'd live on a farm. I never thought I'd end up loving that farm as much as I do. I never expected to feel so at home in this place. I never thought I'd get married without my gramps there to see it. So many things in life can take you by surprise. Some can be good. Some can be great. Some can be bad. Then there are the ones that are horrible.
When you hit those horrible bumps I like to always think to myself, "Are you a victim or a survivor" There are plenty of more personal things from my childhood that were bad. My family worried I may head down a bad path from everything I've been through. I never did that. If you sit and stew in what someone did to you or the cards life dealt you then you are giving those things the power to ruin you. You may not see it like that but it's true. You are in charge of how you react to things. you can be the victim and do whatever you want and society will usually say well she was abused and molested. But that's no excuse for what you do. So I chose at an early age to make sure that my life was mine. I will be a survivor.
I have survived this far. I don't do drugs and only drink once in a blue moon. That's not normal for someone who survived what I did. But it's wonderful. I didn't do bad things just because I have an excuse that I can use. What I do is my problem, my decision and nobody else's. I understand that it's a process to overcome these things and nobody is perfect but you need to be the best you that you can. So I choose survivor. I hope first of all that you never have to be either. If you do though I hope you chose survivor. It's way more fun!
When you hit those horrible bumps I like to always think to myself, "Are you a victim or a survivor" There are plenty of more personal things from my childhood that were bad. My family worried I may head down a bad path from everything I've been through. I never did that. If you sit and stew in what someone did to you or the cards life dealt you then you are giving those things the power to ruin you. You may not see it like that but it's true. You are in charge of how you react to things. you can be the victim and do whatever you want and society will usually say well she was abused and molested. But that's no excuse for what you do. So I chose at an early age to make sure that my life was mine. I will be a survivor.
I have survived this far. I don't do drugs and only drink once in a blue moon. That's not normal for someone who survived what I did. But it's wonderful. I didn't do bad things just because I have an excuse that I can use. What I do is my problem, my decision and nobody else's. I understand that it's a process to overcome these things and nobody is perfect but you need to be the best you that you can. So I choose survivor. I hope first of all that you never have to be either. If you do though I hope you chose survivor. It's way more fun!
Friday, May 9, 2014
What cancer taught my family
I have had more then my fair share of family members with cancer. I've even had a couple of pre-cancer scares myself. My grandmother and most of her siblings died of cancer. My mother had a rare aggressive type of cancer when I was 13. My baby brother has fought and beat cancer 3 times. Because of all of this we have had a few lessons we picked up along the way.
The first lesson I remember that cancer taught us is pray often and pray together. God may not answer in exactly the way you want but he will hear you. I remember being with my mom and brothers and sitting in a circle praying anytime there was bad news in the family. Be it a death or a diagnosis. It felt good to know that the people around me knew what I was feeling because they felt the same way. It felt good as a group to give our issues over to God. He has a greater plan and even though I miss the people I've lost I know that they are up there watching all my big moments and that is comforting.
Think positively. I know everyone says that and it's hard to do sometimes. I remember the 3rd time my baby brother was diagnosed just sitting on our back porch and crying for hours. So I know it's hard but a good friend of mine came over and he talked to me. He got me thinking positive and it was like a weight was lifted off of me. When my mom was fighting her cancer most of my memories in the hospital were of us laughing. We did anything we could to keep positive. I remember watching her Iv line get an air bubble and we were thinking isn't there not supposed to be air in your veins. My mom said well I guess we'll find out and we watched it go in and laughed when nothing happened. She spent a lot of her recovery time watching funny shows on T.V. She is now 16 years clear of cancer and we still laugh every time we are together. I know some people who have gotten the diagnosis and given up and they declined very quickly so I will always believe that positive thinking is a big part of healing your body.
Appreciate who and what you have while they are here. You never know when someone you love will get bad news. My mom and I have this thing we say to each other a lot. We say "I love and appreciate you everyday." That way we know that even on the days we don't say it we still feel it everyday.
It's not about you. It sucks to go see your loved one in the hospital and some people are very uncomfortable with it but you don't go for you. You go for them. They need as much support as possible. I have spent many hours in waiting rooms. I got so comfortable at our local hospital surgery ward that they would say hi Steph when I got there with my mom. They didn't even bat an eye as I went to my corner pushed 2 chairs together to make a bed and snuggled up with a C.D. player my blanket and a coloring book. Yes I was a teenager but coloring was my relaxation thing. It still is. They would always offer me a heated blanket and an apple juice because they knew me so well. It was not the most fun times but I went and found ways to be more comfortable so that when my mom woke up she would see me there to support her.
The final thing I think my family learned from cancer is to stop and appreciate the small stuff. My brothers and I are random and weird and spend most of our time laughing when we are together. We learned from all of this to live in the moment when we are together. We have birthday dinners and appreciate each other. We do what we can to make each others lives easier and above all else. We love each other and our time together. We rarely waste time fighting because who knows how much time we have.
So even if you haven't experienced having a loved one with a horrible disease. Please hug and love your family and friends. don't take time for granted. Most of all have fun as often as you can. Make memories. It doesn't matter if you have 5 or 500 more years to make memories you won't regret it. I have never regretted any of mine! Love and be loved. and when something bad happens and you lose someone feel it. Grieve. Let it sink in. and lean on those around you. Maybe someday none of us will have to worry about any of this but even if we didn't I'd still absorb every second I could with my loved ones cause you know I love them :)
The first lesson I remember that cancer taught us is pray often and pray together. God may not answer in exactly the way you want but he will hear you. I remember being with my mom and brothers and sitting in a circle praying anytime there was bad news in the family. Be it a death or a diagnosis. It felt good to know that the people around me knew what I was feeling because they felt the same way. It felt good as a group to give our issues over to God. He has a greater plan and even though I miss the people I've lost I know that they are up there watching all my big moments and that is comforting.
Think positively. I know everyone says that and it's hard to do sometimes. I remember the 3rd time my baby brother was diagnosed just sitting on our back porch and crying for hours. So I know it's hard but a good friend of mine came over and he talked to me. He got me thinking positive and it was like a weight was lifted off of me. When my mom was fighting her cancer most of my memories in the hospital were of us laughing. We did anything we could to keep positive. I remember watching her Iv line get an air bubble and we were thinking isn't there not supposed to be air in your veins. My mom said well I guess we'll find out and we watched it go in and laughed when nothing happened. She spent a lot of her recovery time watching funny shows on T.V. She is now 16 years clear of cancer and we still laugh every time we are together. I know some people who have gotten the diagnosis and given up and they declined very quickly so I will always believe that positive thinking is a big part of healing your body.
Appreciate who and what you have while they are here. You never know when someone you love will get bad news. My mom and I have this thing we say to each other a lot. We say "I love and appreciate you everyday." That way we know that even on the days we don't say it we still feel it everyday.
It's not about you. It sucks to go see your loved one in the hospital and some people are very uncomfortable with it but you don't go for you. You go for them. They need as much support as possible. I have spent many hours in waiting rooms. I got so comfortable at our local hospital surgery ward that they would say hi Steph when I got there with my mom. They didn't even bat an eye as I went to my corner pushed 2 chairs together to make a bed and snuggled up with a C.D. player my blanket and a coloring book. Yes I was a teenager but coloring was my relaxation thing. It still is. They would always offer me a heated blanket and an apple juice because they knew me so well. It was not the most fun times but I went and found ways to be more comfortable so that when my mom woke up she would see me there to support her.
The final thing I think my family learned from cancer is to stop and appreciate the small stuff. My brothers and I are random and weird and spend most of our time laughing when we are together. We learned from all of this to live in the moment when we are together. We have birthday dinners and appreciate each other. We do what we can to make each others lives easier and above all else. We love each other and our time together. We rarely waste time fighting because who knows how much time we have.
So even if you haven't experienced having a loved one with a horrible disease. Please hug and love your family and friends. don't take time for granted. Most of all have fun as often as you can. Make memories. It doesn't matter if you have 5 or 500 more years to make memories you won't regret it. I have never regretted any of mine! Love and be loved. and when something bad happens and you lose someone feel it. Grieve. Let it sink in. and lean on those around you. Maybe someday none of us will have to worry about any of this but even if we didn't I'd still absorb every second I could with my loved ones cause you know I love them :)
Friday, May 2, 2014
Living life to the fullest not the fattest.
This is a hard subject for me because I never thought I would be at the weight I am today. I was a little chubby in my adolescent years but I became addicted to exercise and toned up as a teen. I even did some modeling. At this point in my life I worked a paper route every morning and walked at least 2 miles delivering to 2 apartment complexes and one neighborhood. I would go home and do 1,000 sit ups a night. It helped me sleep. I ate healthy and I drank mostly water. I never thought I would get this bad.
It's easy to see someone and judge them. Easy, but not right. The turning point from super healthy teen to gaining weight for me started with a car accident, and then another, and another, and another, and one more. All in 3 years I was in 5 accidents. I wasn't driving in any of them. It was out of my control. I sprained my whole back on one side. Kind of a sideways whiplash from being T-boned. I had a horrible seat-belt injury and had to be monitored for internal bleeding with a different accident. I would just start to get one body part rested enough and I would injure another. I had so much determination to stay healthy but 5 accidents slowly crumbled my wall of strength.
I don't like excuses and I'm not trying to tell excuses. I'm sharing my story. Yes I had a choice I could have risked further injury and continued my workout plan. Yes I could have eaten the healthy choice every time and not the convenient choice. We can always make different choices. However I'm only human. I had days when I was in so much pain I could hardly breathe. I was trying not to use pain medications because addictive behaviors run in my family. I thought I was making the good choices and in some ways I was in others I wasn't.
The first time my doctor told me my weight was affecting my health was a rough day. I have always been the little hyper one in my family. I have always had a lot of allergies and chronic, Ear infections, Strep, and Asthma. But I am Tuff I kept on truckin. I have always been the one who handles stuff in my family and I was loosing control of myself of all things.
There truly is a cycle. I gained weight which caused health issues which would then cause more weight gain. I am ready to tackle this. I'm ready to feel like I am my own age and not an 80 year old fragile woman. My poor family has to try not to treat me as though I'm too fragile or it makes me sad but in truth I am. I have more health issues then I can name.
I am ready to change. I have reached the point where my doctor and I agree that I have tried almost everything. We have kept a food diary and all that told us is that my body can stay fat off of only 750 calories. How is that possible? Well when I get home from work my body will just run out of energy and this isn't just the typical tired after work. This is my body forces sleep and attacks me with pain to let me know how mad it is that I worked hard.
One of my Co-workers frequently tells me I'm either 120% there when I'm at work and trying to do my job plus anything extra I can or else I'm 60% just holding on and trying not to get sent home sick. This as you can imagine is a hard way to live. I want to be 120% everyday. I would love to always be running around keeping busy. And eventually I will.
I have a long journey in front of me. Next Wed I will go in for my intake appt. for Bariatric surgery. We are leaning towards the Gastric sleeve surgery. We have done hours of research online. We have attended an informational class. I have told my boss that I will have lots of dr. appts. and this is why. I have a wonderful support system. Granted, they are worried because I am fragile. but I want my health back. I want to get healthy so I can make happy healthy babies and work a full work schedule and just in general LIVE! I want to get back to thinking about what fun things I can do and not when my next lab or appt is. I kinda have to dive into that world for a while but when I come back out I'll be a whole new me. and won't that be WONDERFUL!
It's easy to see someone and judge them. Easy, but not right. The turning point from super healthy teen to gaining weight for me started with a car accident, and then another, and another, and another, and one more. All in 3 years I was in 5 accidents. I wasn't driving in any of them. It was out of my control. I sprained my whole back on one side. Kind of a sideways whiplash from being T-boned. I had a horrible seat-belt injury and had to be monitored for internal bleeding with a different accident. I would just start to get one body part rested enough and I would injure another. I had so much determination to stay healthy but 5 accidents slowly crumbled my wall of strength.
I don't like excuses and I'm not trying to tell excuses. I'm sharing my story. Yes I had a choice I could have risked further injury and continued my workout plan. Yes I could have eaten the healthy choice every time and not the convenient choice. We can always make different choices. However I'm only human. I had days when I was in so much pain I could hardly breathe. I was trying not to use pain medications because addictive behaviors run in my family. I thought I was making the good choices and in some ways I was in others I wasn't.
The first time my doctor told me my weight was affecting my health was a rough day. I have always been the little hyper one in my family. I have always had a lot of allergies and chronic, Ear infections, Strep, and Asthma. But I am Tuff I kept on truckin. I have always been the one who handles stuff in my family and I was loosing control of myself of all things.
There truly is a cycle. I gained weight which caused health issues which would then cause more weight gain. I am ready to tackle this. I'm ready to feel like I am my own age and not an 80 year old fragile woman. My poor family has to try not to treat me as though I'm too fragile or it makes me sad but in truth I am. I have more health issues then I can name.
I am ready to change. I have reached the point where my doctor and I agree that I have tried almost everything. We have kept a food diary and all that told us is that my body can stay fat off of only 750 calories. How is that possible? Well when I get home from work my body will just run out of energy and this isn't just the typical tired after work. This is my body forces sleep and attacks me with pain to let me know how mad it is that I worked hard.
One of my Co-workers frequently tells me I'm either 120% there when I'm at work and trying to do my job plus anything extra I can or else I'm 60% just holding on and trying not to get sent home sick. This as you can imagine is a hard way to live. I want to be 120% everyday. I would love to always be running around keeping busy. And eventually I will.
I have a long journey in front of me. Next Wed I will go in for my intake appt. for Bariatric surgery. We are leaning towards the Gastric sleeve surgery. We have done hours of research online. We have attended an informational class. I have told my boss that I will have lots of dr. appts. and this is why. I have a wonderful support system. Granted, they are worried because I am fragile. but I want my health back. I want to get healthy so I can make happy healthy babies and work a full work schedule and just in general LIVE! I want to get back to thinking about what fun things I can do and not when my next lab or appt is. I kinda have to dive into that world for a while but when I come back out I'll be a whole new me. and won't that be WONDERFUL!
Thursday, May 1, 2014
Why I like my cats more then I like most people.
Everyone knows I love cats. I can never decide if I'm a cat person or a dog person. But after years of working in retail I do know one thing. Between animals and people I'm most definitely an animal person. Here are a few reasons why I'd rather hang out with my cats then most people.
-I never have to guess if they are happy. You know how sometimes when you're talking to someone you are thinking "Are they pretending to be happy for appearances?" Well with cats you never have to wonder. If they are happy they purr and in the case of my cat they purr loudly and pet the air.
-When I say hello to someone their response is never an adorable little chirp. Every time I say hello to my cats they chirp. usually while happily running towards me. The only human who gives me a similar reaction is my 7 year old part time kiddo. (my best friends daughter) Everyone else the best I can expect is hi back and maybe a, "how are you?"
-If I woke you up to pat your head just because I was bored I'm pretty sure your reaction wouldn't be a positive one. My cats adore sleep even more then I do but still if I wake them up by petting them I usually get a chirp and a snuggle and then lots of purring. I haven't had that good of a reaction to being woken up since I was 2.
-My cats make a daily effort to please me no matter what mood I'm in. They bring me gifts. I don't want the gifts they pick out but it's thoughtful none the less. They apparently think I'm a bad hunter and may starve so they bring me rodents and birds. Sometimes still alive so I can hone my hunting skills. Which will never happen but still they don't want me to starve and they go through a lot of trouble to bring me those gifts. No human would go to all that trouble everyday just on the off chance it made me happy.
-They do the most hilarious things without knowing they're funny. One of the cats I'm currently fostering, Roshet, was playing the floor is lava last night jumping from chair to table to chair again. She was completely thrown off when she got to our computer chair she had her two back feet planted on a chair and her two front feet on the computer chair walking backwards because it was spinning and she couldn't figure out how to get out of her predicament. She eventually gave up and laded on the carpet but jumped twice quickly because the floor was lava. Apparently the kitchen floor was just linoleum. I know that this example cats pretty much win from having a lower I.Q. but it was cute darn it.
-If I'm cold the best a human can do is offer to turn the heat up or give me a jacket or blanket. My cats make it a group effort to keep me warm they lay on the coldest parts of me like my feet and the small of my back. Just to keep me warm. I know it makes them colder but they don't mind they give me all their heat.
-My cats don't have mood swings. Granted one of my cats is a little mentally special but they will always love me and always be nice to me. Even when I'm doing something they don't like such as removing a tick or trimming their nails. They know that I'm trying to help them and they never take out their frustrations on me. At work I get yelled at for things I had nothing to do with on a regular basis by angry customers. I wish I had a NO bottle to squirt them with.
-If I don't want my cats on me or around me I can put them outside and they are always thrilled. They don't think I'm sick of them they just think I wanted them to go play in the outdoor wonderland. If I get irritated with a human they would look at me pretty funny if I started pushing them outside and then just told them to have fun and shut the door. That would be viewed as "weird" or "rude"
-When I am caring for humans either old or babies they tend to require a lot of care. My cats are self cleaning. One is even a tad obsessive about cleaning. (She grooms my husbands beard and my hands which all have to be immediately washed cause eww but still we appreciate the effort.) If they run out of food the cats just need a scoop and that's it no preparation needed. And having indoor/outdoor cats there is significantly less litterbox issues then indoor cats. Since I'm so high maintenance it is nice to have a lower maintenance animal in the house.
-My cats don't judge me if I want to sleep in because that is all they ever want to do. If anything they judge me for getting up and going to work. That is a habit they wish I would break. Especially living on a farm humans tend to judge me if I want to sleep past nine which I usually do.
I love people I am most definitely a social people person however there are days when I just wanna hang out with my crazy cats. I feel like queen of the house when I'm with my Gatos. They make me smile everyday that is why I currently own 2 and foster 3 even though I'm allergic to cats. I will most likely always have a cat or two around my house. Why wouldn't you want a fuzzy ball of entertaining happiness.
-I never have to guess if they are happy. You know how sometimes when you're talking to someone you are thinking "Are they pretending to be happy for appearances?" Well with cats you never have to wonder. If they are happy they purr and in the case of my cat they purr loudly and pet the air.
-When I say hello to someone their response is never an adorable little chirp. Every time I say hello to my cats they chirp. usually while happily running towards me. The only human who gives me a similar reaction is my 7 year old part time kiddo. (my best friends daughter) Everyone else the best I can expect is hi back and maybe a, "how are you?"
-If I woke you up to pat your head just because I was bored I'm pretty sure your reaction wouldn't be a positive one. My cats adore sleep even more then I do but still if I wake them up by petting them I usually get a chirp and a snuggle and then lots of purring. I haven't had that good of a reaction to being woken up since I was 2.
-My cats make a daily effort to please me no matter what mood I'm in. They bring me gifts. I don't want the gifts they pick out but it's thoughtful none the less. They apparently think I'm a bad hunter and may starve so they bring me rodents and birds. Sometimes still alive so I can hone my hunting skills. Which will never happen but still they don't want me to starve and they go through a lot of trouble to bring me those gifts. No human would go to all that trouble everyday just on the off chance it made me happy.
-They do the most hilarious things without knowing they're funny. One of the cats I'm currently fostering, Roshet, was playing the floor is lava last night jumping from chair to table to chair again. She was completely thrown off when she got to our computer chair she had her two back feet planted on a chair and her two front feet on the computer chair walking backwards because it was spinning and she couldn't figure out how to get out of her predicament. She eventually gave up and laded on the carpet but jumped twice quickly because the floor was lava. Apparently the kitchen floor was just linoleum. I know that this example cats pretty much win from having a lower I.Q. but it was cute darn it.
-If I'm cold the best a human can do is offer to turn the heat up or give me a jacket or blanket. My cats make it a group effort to keep me warm they lay on the coldest parts of me like my feet and the small of my back. Just to keep me warm. I know it makes them colder but they don't mind they give me all their heat.
-My cats don't have mood swings. Granted one of my cats is a little mentally special but they will always love me and always be nice to me. Even when I'm doing something they don't like such as removing a tick or trimming their nails. They know that I'm trying to help them and they never take out their frustrations on me. At work I get yelled at for things I had nothing to do with on a regular basis by angry customers. I wish I had a NO bottle to squirt them with.
-If I don't want my cats on me or around me I can put them outside and they are always thrilled. They don't think I'm sick of them they just think I wanted them to go play in the outdoor wonderland. If I get irritated with a human they would look at me pretty funny if I started pushing them outside and then just told them to have fun and shut the door. That would be viewed as "weird" or "rude"
-My cats don't judge me if I want to sleep in because that is all they ever want to do. If anything they judge me for getting up and going to work. That is a habit they wish I would break. Especially living on a farm humans tend to judge me if I want to sleep past nine which I usually do.
I love people I am most definitely a social people person however there are days when I just wanna hang out with my crazy cats. I feel like queen of the house when I'm with my Gatos. They make me smile everyday that is why I currently own 2 and foster 3 even though I'm allergic to cats. I will most likely always have a cat or two around my house. Why wouldn't you want a fuzzy ball of entertaining happiness.
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