Missing My Cats...
- eschaden
- 5 minutes ago
- 3 min read
Yes, I know I was going to take a break...oh, well, best laid plans and all of that...
Made it to the Russian River yesterday late afternoon and all is well. Lovely little home on Austin Creek. Check it out on Airbnb (https://www.airbnb.com/rooms/1617110933860094640?source_impression_id=p3_1783520581_P3NAjAskdDCSm8id). Cherie is lovely!
Anyway, I woke up this morning, in bed, alone. Like there was no one laying on top of me, my legs were able to move freely from one side of the bed to the other with no one impeding them or attacking them as I moved. I slept through the entire night with no one purring in my ear. There are no morning zoomies occurring at this moment. All is quiet, serene and totally chill. And I miss the fuck out of those little furballs. (As I re-read this paragraph I thought, maybe some of you might think I was talking about a man...and then I thought, they all know better!)
I guess I didn’t realize until right this very moment, how much I need them all, every single day. I know many of you would say, “she is nuts, too many cats, blah, blah, blah...” But for me, I wake up to healing, comfort and surrounded by love every single fucking day. And today, living without it, makes me feel so incredibly blessed to have it at all.
Sometimes we have to miss the things in our lives that we take for granted every single day. To wake up under a blanket of purry-furry love is a gift. I know, I know maybe not for some of you. Some of you are reading this and thinking, “she really should have taken that writing break...” Or “such a nice, bat shit crazy woman...” Or “how can you say single without saying single?”
To you naysayers I say this, “I give zero fucks.”
I am not sure what your life dealt you. I am not sure how much you have had to recover from, against, heal, survive. But for me, a plethora of felines is medicinal. Not your bag? Coolio. Not for you? Awesome. But for me, this life I have created with these 11 little ridiculous fuckers makes my life so fucking happy. And today, sitting in bed writing this without Ophelia purring on my lap and giving commentary on my writing as I am writing it, leaves me with an emptiness that I will survive, for sure, but a longing to return home at the end of this most recent adventure with a full and grateful heart for the life I have curated.
That is the thing I am learning lately about life. We are all in charge of what we get. No, we can’t control it all but there is a large swath of our lives that we get to curate, develop, hone, procure, create and live. And I guess as I lay here catless, I am sinking into the deep and abiding gratitude for the home I have founded and the beings I share it with.
And I also miss the dog. She is the one who keeps us all moving and puts an end to any infighting between the warring feline factions. Border Collies need a job...and she has 11 of them, 13 If you count me and my daughter and well, don't forget all the chickens! I miss her too. Together we share our lives and I hope make it lovely and livable for all.
And to clarify, I also miss my daughter who is currently taking care of my fur based menagerie. I am grateful she loves them as much as I do, well a close second anyway. I miss her too.
What I guess is coming to me this morning is that I am so lucky to wake up every day to a life that is mine. 100% curated, developed and adored. How many people can say that? How many people have the life they want? How many people wake up everyday in a bliss filled home with all kinds of crazy antics with the beings you share your life with and feel a deep, abiding peace that makes life worth living. There are so many occasions in this life to suffer, to endure, to survive. Life brings many hardships and trials and pain. But this morning, as I wake up and take stock of my life and how I am living it, there are zero changes I would like to make to my home life. It is is purrfect. (I know, I know, corny as fuck).
So today, I miss my cats. And the dog. And my kid.
And I am grateful to have curated a life that, when I step away from, when I remove myself from my ordinary routine and daily living tasks, I miss.
One more lesson in the spiritual art of subtraction...
Again, still...
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