Sunday, May 25, 2008

Lily

Well its official I now own a cat named Lily. She is the funniest little thing. She arrived at my house April 23, 2008. She was even thinner then when we found her. She is fitting into the family very well. The first night home, she had to sleep touching one of us, you moved she moved so she had a paw on you. Since then she has moved to keeping me up all night. She has to wake at least twice a night. She climbs right on top of you, looks right in your face until you open your eyes and ask her what she wants. Then she is happy and will go back to what ever she was doing. She races around the house, but this only happens when it’s dark. So you can imagine all the noise there is while I am trying to sleep. She loves the bathroom window, and will do what ever it takes to get in it whether it’s open or not.

After spending a night chasing a batter she found, we when out and bought a ball with a bell in it. We also purchased a coiler that has a bell on it, since we lost her one night. J and I ran to the store to get some dinner came home and she was gone. We spent an hour looking for her. Only to find her in the basement in a box. Now with the bell, I can hear all the time.

She is getting better at sleeping at night, but still loves racing when the lights are out. She now likes sitting in the living room window, on the top of the couch. She’ll chase any thing that moves, or that doesn’t move ;) She makes a complete mess of her liter. It has to be just right before she can use it. The first night was a little nerve racking, she didn’t use the liter and we were starting to get nervous about would she. J and I didn’t get much sleep that night. But finally around 3:00 am she jumped off my bed checked on J sleeping on the couch, then used her liter.

She reminds me so much of Max, so many little things that she does that Max use to do. Like waking you up in the night, opening Mom’s back door, the way she chases things around the house. She is the sweetest little thing. She is still a little jumpy which after living out doors, having kittens, losing the kittens, and then living in a shelter, who can blame her. It gets better every day. She is to the point where she will greet you when you come home. She loves being with people. Her favorite place to hide is under my bed.

Blogging

I have struggled in the past when posting on this blog. I want it to be grammatically correct, with correct spelling, good flow, and entertaining. This really puts the pressure on. After reading some one else blog I realized that this is not just for all of you to catch up on what I have been doing, but for me to account for my life, relive events as I write them out, and preserve them.

My grandfather use to sit and tell me stories about his family, the war, and all the things he had experienced. I remember my father telling him he should write his memoirs, and him thinking about did he have enough to say to do that. Of course I was way to young to really understand the importance of it all, but now wish he had. He was an amazing man, and a wonderful story teller.

So as I stress about the grammar, the spell, the flow and am I being entertaining, I now realize it doesn’t matter. It’s more about preserving the event, and while all that stuff helps in the preservation, if I let it get in the way…. There won’t be any thing to preserve. I am no longer going to stress about what I have to say or how it is said. I am going to document the important stuff to me.
Some day I might be able to share it with my grandchildren.