She's Just the Cat's Meow
Hey all!
Welcome to September, where the days off are made up and the weekends don't matter! It's been incredibly busy at work, and so I've had to let my blog slide for the past couple of weeks. My apologies! I still want to get a chance to talk about the Blue Ridge Parkway part of my North Carolina trip that has now occurred a month and a half ago, but for now I just want to talk about my cat.
I've had my cat, Nina, for a couple of months now, and it would not be an understatement to say that she's one of my all-time favorite living things. And I tell her that all the time. Yes, literally, out loud. Now, I know my cat doesn't speak English. She responds to the sound of the door opening even more excitedly than she does the sound of her own name, but I affirm her out loud anyway.
"I love you"
"You're so beautiful"
"You're my favorite cat in the whole world"
You get the picture. Beyond being well, a choice, I caught myself saying these things once and thought, "why am I so effusive with praising my cat when she can't even understand me, and yet I rarely ever affirm myself?" I don't necessarily mean saying "I love you" to my reflection in my bathroom mirror every morning, but it also wouldn't necessarily be the worst thing in the world. I'm just as responsible to my own comfort as I am to Nina's.
There was also a time where I was home and my next door neighbor unlocked her door, and I got to see how Nina reacts before I open the door after work. She was so excited, she immediately perked up and waited expectantly for the door to open until she finally realized that she had been sitting on me the whole time and the door wasn't going to open.
My final little Nina anecdote is our evening routine. She loves to be outside, so usually once I get home from work, she gets to go out on the porch for a few hours until dinner time. Then she comes in, eats dinner, wanders for a bit, and then we get to my favorite part. Nina loves to snuggle. Once she's accomplished everything else that she needs to do, she'll come and sit on my lap, demanding that I pet her. If I'm on my phone or reading a book, she'll push it all out of the way to make it very clear that she is ready for my adoration. She'll then go into the ultimate Nina form: the sleepy cinnamon roll. This is her preferred sleeping position, curled up tightly on my stomach until her purrs turn into snores. And I love it, even if I can't move at all without waking her up. When I adopted her, I had prepared myself that she wouldn't necessarily want to be around me, especially in the beginning. But this has happened literally every day since she's lived with me. I may have felt that when I got her that I needed her love a lot more than she needed mine, but now I get the feeling that the percentage is just about 50-50.
Welcome to September, where the days off are made up and the weekends don't matter! It's been incredibly busy at work, and so I've had to let my blog slide for the past couple of weeks. My apologies! I still want to get a chance to talk about the Blue Ridge Parkway part of my North Carolina trip that has now occurred a month and a half ago, but for now I just want to talk about my cat.
"I love you"
"You're so beautiful"
"You're my favorite cat in the whole world"
You get the picture. Beyond being well, a choice, I caught myself saying these things once and thought, "why am I so effusive with praising my cat when she can't even understand me, and yet I rarely ever affirm myself?" I don't necessarily mean saying "I love you" to my reflection in my bathroom mirror every morning, but it also wouldn't necessarily be the worst thing in the world. I'm just as responsible to my own comfort as I am to Nina's.
There was also a time where I was home and my next door neighbor unlocked her door, and I got to see how Nina reacts before I open the door after work. She was so excited, she immediately perked up and waited expectantly for the door to open until she finally realized that she had been sitting on me the whole time and the door wasn't going to open.
My final little Nina anecdote is our evening routine. She loves to be outside, so usually once I get home from work, she gets to go out on the porch for a few hours until dinner time. Then she comes in, eats dinner, wanders for a bit, and then we get to my favorite part. Nina loves to snuggle. Once she's accomplished everything else that she needs to do, she'll come and sit on my lap, demanding that I pet her. If I'm on my phone or reading a book, she'll push it all out of the way to make it very clear that she is ready for my adoration. She'll then go into the ultimate Nina form: the sleepy cinnamon roll. This is her preferred sleeping position, curled up tightly on my stomach until her purrs turn into snores. And I love it, even if I can't move at all without waking her up. When I adopted her, I had prepared myself that she wouldn't necessarily want to be around me, especially in the beginning. But this has happened literally every day since she's lived with me. I may have felt that when I got her that I needed her love a lot more than she needed mine, but now I get the feeling that the percentage is just about 50-50.
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