I have decided to participate in the blogging Challenge for 2011. The challenge is to write a blog daily or weekly for this year and I have opted for the weekly blog. As I stare at this question, wondering my own answer, I am interrupted by the hiss and growls of my cats at play. Chekotay, affectionately named after my favorite Star Trek character, is an orange and white tabby-stripped cat whose years are climbing making him cranky and fussy during the cold winter months. Luckydust, a five month old gray and white tabby-stripped kitten, is full of pent-up energy and has found a way to harass my other kitties in endless torture. While Salem, once a spastic ball of energy, is currently resting his oversized three year-old body contently in a cushioned rocking chair.
As I look back on the history of my three darlings, I see rescued cats. Chekotay was born of my beloved white cat, Cuddles. He was a cat destined to be given to another home. Upon his arrival as first-born of the litter, my heart took a spiraling nose-dive as I gazed into his tiny little face, and my spirit soared the day he learned to climb up into my bed and snuggle his petite little body under my arm; a tradition that continues to this day. He was not meant to stay but he warmed my heart and I demanded that we keep this precious animal.
When my husband and I were engaged, we had decided that he needed a cat, too. One Friday evening in October, we drove by a farm that had a “Free Kittens” sign posted in their front yard. The family of this farm graciously welcomed us into their home and introduced us to the mother and her brood of kittens. Mother cat was a gray and black stripped-tabby cat. She was wild with no home to call her own. The family rescued her with her newborns in hopes to give each of the babies a home, and then they were to spay the mother before they sent her back to the wild. The entire pack of kittens shared their mother’s markings, except for one; shy and timid Salem. With Halloween so near and the horror stories about what people did to black cats during this time fresh on our minds, Richard scooped him up and decided to take him home. It took Salem a couple of days to finally venture out of the bathroom and when he did, we soon discovered that we would suffer sleepless nights due to his highly energetic nature.
Luckydust is a recent rescue; one that breaks my heart every time I think of the circumstances. It was a warm and dry late September afternoon. I drove to the country market on my way home from work. As I walked up to the door, I noticed a beer box sitting on the ground beside the door. Thinking nothing of it, I walked inside and waited in line for the cashier. Then, I heard it; a tiny mewing.
I questioned the cashier about it immediately and she told me that there was a kitten outside in that beer box. I ran outside and was met with a very small five week old kitten that had squeezed himself out of the tiny hole in the box used for a handle. I picked up his malnourished frame, and he purred loudly as he showered his affection on my cheeks. I quickly learned that someone had thrown the cat and the box out of their car window while driving at highway speeds. I was determined that this cat would not see the inside of a shelter. After bathing him, feeding him, and bringing him back to optimal health, he introduced himself to the other living beings in our home. He loved everyone fearlessly, even the big chocolate lab we like to call Bear.
As I look forward to this year, I see another year full of activity. Luckydust is scheduled to get neutered in two weeks, Chekotay will turn 13 in March, and Salem needs some cheering up since Luckydust has stolen his spotlight. My step-daughter wants to exercise her rights and move from Tenessee to live with her father in Michigan, and we need to find a home that will accommodate an extra body by the next school year. My husband will still be attending college as he focuses on obtaining his RN degree and I will continue to write while searching for a paying job.
I see struggles, but I also see the joys that will be dotted throughout the year. Most of which will be spent with my nephews; another season of football with Devon, Guitar Hero with Joey, Chuck E Cheese with Nathan, and cuddling baby Scotty. Then there are the girls as I rejoice with them in their accomplishments and encourage them to continue to improve themselves while loving and supporting them in their decisions.
Through all of this, my cats will still be there. As I awake in the morning hours to push them aside so that I could climb out of bed for a mad dash to the bathroom. Watching them scurry to their dish as I give them fresh food and water. I look forward to their countless purrs and their hilarious antics as we watch television. Then, at the end of each day, as I curl up in bed with a good book, Chekotay will nestle under my arm, Salem will snuggle by my feet and Luckydust will nudge my book out of my hands; for it is their constant love and affection that I seek each day, and it is my love, shelter, and warmth that they seek each night.