Huffing Kittens...

I do it, every single chance I get.  I kinda love finding them sleeping in the sun and bury my face into their bellies and just huff all their kittenness.  I know, I know I am a weirdo.  But you already knew that!

There is something so peaceful about stroking a cat.   Huffing a kitten.  Laughter is the only thing that emanates when you watch the kittens play, leaping into the air with this overly dramatic flair.  

In short, life with cats is fun, peaceful and amazing.

I get a lot of shit for the number of cats I have.  But I really don’t care, judge and scorn away.  I am over here living my best life with my felines.  I am huffing kittens daily and getting higher than any high I have ever attempted to receive on other substances.  You are free to think whatever you want, I am happy, joyous and free.

What I think is really going on over here is the cats have divided up my day and each of them have some period of time they are responsible for me.  Skunk is responsible for my  safety over night, Gatsby is the one who makes sure I have my coffee and writing in bed time each day with a serenade of purring love.  Seamus ensures I am never, ever on the couch alone.  Scotch is more random with his attention, so he results to the ambush love fest...usually when I am in the bathroom.  The kittens they hit me up all day long.  Checking on me every 20 minutes or so, coming to find me, following me from room to room. I currently have a parade of tails that chases after me as I move about the house.

Now, I do understand that this might not seem like heaven to you.  But for me, my ability to reach out at any time and grab a furry mass of cat or kitten, is euphoric.

I think it takes a long time to own who you are.  To let all the desire for other approval fall away.  It takes a very long time for some of us. I know there are those others, who are just who they are, always.  And they can’t be other. Sometimes we label them problematic, difficult or weird.  But I admire the fuck out of them. I wish I would have come into my own earlier in this life.   But I guess I am grateful to be here at all.

There is something so life affirming having all these warm, funny, furry souls to share my life with.  My home is my sanctuary.  Full of peace and light and cats.  It is totally cool if you don’t like it.  I don’t likely want you here either.  And for those of you lucky enough to get an invitation to the inner sanctum of my life, here is a word to the wise:  don’t wear black and I have lint rollers.

Again, still...

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