Welcome to Finnegan

Adopted a sweet 5 year old fuzzy orange and white male cat from Cat Welfare today. He is shy and was afraid of other cats so my quiet home will be perfect for him. He has a lot of his body hair shaved that is beginning to grow out because he had so many knots when he was rescued. The reason I chose him is because he loves attention and I have a lot to give. I can offer him a safe sanctuary where he won’t need to be afraid.

My brother bought a cat tree for Finnegan and put it together today. It’s sitting in front of the living room window, so he can look out and watch the birds and what is happening outside. There are multiple layers with different types of lounging areas, from hammocks, to a condo type cave, lots of scratching posts, and all covered with soft polyester velour. It’s next to the end of my sofa so it is difficult to get a good picture until I move the furniture to get a clearer picture.

Right now Finnegan is hiding behind and half under my dresser. He is allowing me to pet him and is purring, but still hasn’t ventured out. I hope he gets brave soon. For the moment his litter, food and bed are in my bedroom. I can’t wait to get a picture of him on the cat tree and share.

He might come out tonight after I go to bed and the house is totally quiet. My brother will be here until Monday, and he would like to pet him before he leaves. I’m looking forward to spending some comforting years with Finnegan.

Pictures soon…hopefully!

Visiting Cat Welfare

My brother is here. We are working on scheduling things to do other than sit around the house. Monday evening when I picked him up, he told me his wife insisted I needed a cat again because I was all alone in this house. She told him to make sure we went looking for a cat and for him to buy it for me.

Well, that opened up the desire for the companionship. Yesterday, we visited Cat Welfare. What an experience for a person who has lost their furry children. When we walked through the door, we were greeted by fat cats coming to meet us and rub against our legs. Cats of every variety! My heart was instantly lifted and when the lady who was in charge asked what brought us there, I tried to tell her about my cats being gone now, and I started crying. She told me this was a good place to spend time with cats and find comfort. And I did.

There was a room for shy cats, one for kittens, one for visitation, a sun room, outdoor play areas, and two large rooms for playing. Cages lined the walls of the large rooms, too, with various cats inside. Some were under veterinarian care, and some were placed in a cage for time out if they got too rambunctious. I lost track of my brother several times. He was petting all kinds of cats. I found him in the kitten room where the little ones were in cages awaiting neutering and spaying. One of the kittens was so adorable. It was a fluffy little guy, brown with white feet and a white neck and belly. It just kept wanting to be loved and reached through the bars of the cages to touch us if we stopped petting it. I really didn’t want to go through the early kitten claw stages again, so I finally left the room.

I entered the sunroom and found Opal sunning herself at the top of a condo tree. I could tell she’d been recently spayed. Her coloring was unique, and I was instantly drawn by her eyes. They were almond shaped which I thought looked Siamese though they were a light green. Two young women who arrived at the same time as we did stopped to say goodbye to Opal. They thought she was so sweet and her eyes looked like alien eyes. Opal kept purring and loving me and was so gentle, I fell in love with her.

We asked the lady in charge about her. She said Opal was about a year old. Though she didn’t know her backstory, she said Opal was very sweet and loved attention and could get rambunctious. She did have a health issue. She gave a technical name which I can’t remember. The disease is autoimmune and has something to do with the white blood cells. It causes mouth ulcers which would most likely be treated with steroid injections. As I researched the internet, I found several different things that cause mouth ulcers in cats. I did call my vet and was told to contact the lady at Cat Welfare to get the name of the disease. Then my vet could tell me the kind of treatment and costs, etc. that would be needed. So, that’s what I plan to do today.

As much as I’d like to rescue Opal, I cannot get into a financial medical situation with adopting a pet. I’m on the fence as to whether I’ll continue to pursue a new pet if Opal’s condition isn’t minor. I could go back on Thursday as rescue the kitten Bob and I found irresistible. I also have the option of seeing what might be available through another option my BFF told me about. In the meantime, I’ll pray about this, and know God will open the door if it is one that is good for me.

Next time I’ll take pictures!

I Love My Brother

Today my brother is arriving to spend a week visiting. It’s been three years since hugging him. God has blessed me so much by providing this time together for us. We’ve been separated by many states, many miles, since we were children, and what Satan tried to sever has only grown stronger. The bond between us is a God gift woven with love.

When we’re together, we laugh a lot. If you have someone in your life you spend quality time laughing with, hold them tight to your heart. They are precious. If you feel comfortable laughing, shedding a tear, or just being quiet in their presence, you have a relationship blessed by the Lord. You can share your deepest thoughts without fear of rejection. These are your true family and friends.

As I age, I realize there are many friends in my life, but only a few are friends like that. Like my brother. We will never be closer than the distance between Texas and Ohio, but that distance is only logistics. When he leaves, he takes a piece of my heart and I retain a piece of his. We will always be “heart close.” I’m grateful for being able to call him whenever I want to hear his voice. And the sharing and laughter picks up right where we left it.

As an author, I try to instill these same bonds into the hearts of my characters, for only then are they more than words on paper. Love is eternal.

Music for the Soul

I love music, especially Christian music. I love to sing in church, though the voice in my head does not come out like I hear there! LOL! So glad God only cares that I praise Him. Flat and off-key doesn’t matter.

Since my Templeton Cat crossed the Rainbow Bridge, I have felt really alone. The silence of the house has pressed in on me. Yesterday, I was coloring and thinking and whenever my phone dinged a notification, I jumped. It scared me as if someone had snuck up behind me and said boo.

I began thinking more and more about how I needed a cat back in my life. I imagined one sitting on the desk while I’m busy or lying in my lap as I watch television in the evenings. I used excuses for not getting one, though with my lifestyle, they really didn’t matter. Then I started looking at how many people, including my doctor had said I need to get another cat. Could this be God speaking to me? This fanned another desire to get a cat.

This morning, after a really great night’s rest, praise God, I admitted I could not afford to get a pet. For the past few years, I’ve spent a LOT of money on my three cats. Each month I was taking at least two hundred dollars from my savings to care for them, more in the last year due to health issues. I am about to talk to my cardiologist because I cannot continue taking the blood thinner prescription he feels is necessary. I’m not trying to sound whiny, just realistic. I NEED to be in a better situation financially to own a pet.

What I really need is to have music in my daily life. I am playing my favorite Christian radio station this morning on my old single CD player/radio. Just the sound of the music lifts me up and makes me know I am not alone here in this place. Jesus lives here with me! I feel His presence so strongly as I listen to praise and worship music.

And I know that voice telling me to turn on the radio was from God! He always has the best answers. I do plan to search for a better radio, just a radio.

The Filled Journal

I had always wanted to be someone who writes in a journal on a regular basis and so many times I started and then just lost interest. But in 2019 my youngest daughter purchased a spiral bound Christian journal for me for Christmas. I began writing in it on January 1, 2020 and made my last entry on July 31, 2022. So much happened during those two and a half years, and though I didn’t write my thoughts on a daily basis, I captured history inside those pages. The feelings I had during the pandemic were probably the most historical moments.

I’m going in search of another similar journal so I can continue the process as I found it a wonderful way to talk to God or just share my intimate thoughts about my life. This journal had scripture verses on each page and my name was inserted in them. I found it so comforting.

Wish me well in my journaling search!