Dec. 10, 2014

"Have her Momma & eat her, too"...my, Motion "Boo-boo Kitty"...

Over the last 5 life-changing months, I have learned ALOT from/about my cat, Motion. First, & foremost, she is NOT, & will NOT replace my dog, Beamer. Second, cats are DEFINITELY NOT dogs. I have been telling people lately, "If my skin holds out, we'll be fine"; ha, ha!!! My right hand looks like I'm in "Fight Club"; & you know, "What happens in Fight Club, stays in Fight Club". We have been working on trust. Also, have been working on personal boundaries - it's a very good "life lesson" for me. With Beamer, it was easy. I would just say, "Go lay down", & he would (maybe giving me a look like I kicked him); but we worked pretty good together. I ALWAYS gave him a little extra loving after he let me get my work done. With Motion, she is in charge. I must learn to work around her quirks, moods, & desires. We have worked very hard on her not making me feel like Fred Flintstone every time I leave the house. I would close the door, & there she was, behind me on the porch. That only happened a few times, but it was very frustrating; because then she would proceed to go under the porch. I learned to keep a laser light handy to retrieve her. THANK GOD FOR LASER LIGHTS!!! Some people say they are mean, but I think they came from God!!! Ha, ha!!! Anyway, she's not a real "cuddler", which is where most of my boo-boos of the five months have come from. Just when I think we're going good, (ie - she lets me pick her up when I get home); if  I deviate from the normal order of my homecoming ways, like have to put groceries down, or go to the bathroom, etc, & THEN try to pick her up; her world is COMPLETELY upturned & I end up bleeding, again. I picked her up one day, & said, "Do you wanna go on the porch with Momma & get the mail?", AFTER it took me a few extra seconds to empty my arms. I ended up on the porch looking at the EMPTY mailbox, with blood running down my cheek from her biting it, adding insult to injury because it was Veteran's Day. No mail. People have asked why I haven't gotten rid of her, "...no cat of mine...", "...if I had a cat like that...", etc. I commited to her the day she picked me at Angels for Animals. If you had a child that had psychological issues, would you return them? Some of you would...anyway...I found out the first day she had some "issues" - we were laying on the bed looking out the window (our new thing). Neighbor guy came into his yard. She GROWLED!!! Ok, she doesn't like men. Later on, a car went down the alley. She went & hid under the bed. In the month she was at the shelter, she was pregnant - then not; fixed; & chipped. The day I got her, she was living in the hallway, & had a boo-boo on her forehead, because she didn't play well with others. I went with the intent of finding a cat that "Needed Me". BINGO!!! As I said, we will make it - I just wish she would talk to me & tell me exactly what happened to her...in English. She actually DOES express her needs pretty well. I've just had to learn to listen; rearranged the house to her liking; & kept medical supplies on hand. She IS my "Baby Kitty"...ha, ha...she just wants to eat me...have a good day & be safe...