Sad Cat Diary

 Dear Diary,  the authorities continue to torment me to the point of exhaustion.  

Cradling me as if I am some sort of toy or doll, objectifying me to no end.  I think I will die.  Okay, I died.  I am now dead.   From the cuddle torture.
Oh wait, somehow I survived, but sadly only to endure yet more malicious cuddling torture.

Dear Diary,

The authorities have dropped the outdoor temperatures to lethal
levels.
Death is imminent. And now they have built some sort of flaming
log structure to prolong my suffering.
I am now forced to sit and watch forlornly as I die a slow death.   

Dear Diary,  I fear that my spirit is finally broke. 
I have pleaded with the authorities to scratch behind

my ears, yet, it seems they are careless or just plain
stupid, after scratching behind my ears they also scratch
my back.
Of course I am forced to follow protocol and scratch
the hell out of them.




 

Dear Diary,  The authorities have made it their sadistic policy to feed me only 3 times per day, plus snacks.  Despite my continual calling out in starvation.

As you can see, I will soon wither away and die.  This is definitely my last entry.

  
 
Dear Diary,
There is no love.  The authorities have completely abandoned us- for nearly an hour now. Ignoring, neglecting, total disregard for our petting and massaging needs.  I am sure they are gone forever.
 
  Dear Diary,

After enduring nearly 4 weeks of constant name calling, bullying, harassment and starvation I have been left alone to suffer with the dark images the authorities have burned into my mind “Widdle Fwuffers” , “Fat, Fat”, “Fluffer Nutter”, “Sargent Cuddles”- just to name a few.  Sticks and stones break my bones, and the Authorities words destroy me.  
 
 
 
Dear Diary,  
The authorities are tracking my every move.  My whereabouts are under constant surveillance. And now it seems my worst fears are turning to reality.  The hippy smelling one is hunting me to use my pelt as a coat.
This may be my last entry.
 

Our new ruler, King George has found his Kingdom- Journey Home Animal Rescue

 His beauty, ravishing. His light green eyes are the perfect compliment to his pinky peach coat.  He is large and in charge.

He was a mezzo soprano in his former life, the gentle trill of his mews are a delight to any home or shop.  He is living proof that real men wear pink. 

He spends time lying on his side waiting to be petted.  If you take too long, he’ll go mad. He loves to cuddle up next to his royal subjects for hours and hours.  

He is curious, yet, afraid of nothing, he may nip your hand (ever so gently) to remind you of his love.  

And lastly he is keenly aware of his Magnificence.  When push comes to shove, he will maim your pets and family to remind you of his love, Da da dat dat da!

May I introduce to you:    KING GEORGE,  he also responds to Georgy Boy, Charge, and Jak-Jak.  

He tolerates other Royalty-  but he is selective, and does not like all cats (or dogs).

Dear 2020,

Like King George, you thought you could rule us all.

You have dropped me to my knees again and again. I lost jobs, friends, and perhaps my mind.. . ?

Another 8 weeks of home-stay with no school and the Blizzard outside = Mom’s gone Mad lip sync contest.

Please, 2020 find your way out, you aren't welcome here anymore. Mike drop. Heidi out.

Happiest of Holidays!

                                     The Lamb Castle 2020                               

Eric, driving with his eyes closed.
Kids fighting in the backseat.
And Heidi joins the ranks of  "Mom's Gone Mad"

 

          Jeez Louise, things up here are normal. Ya.

  Normal is the word to describe 2020.

      We’re fine now, you betcha.

 

        The following Un-approved events occurred in

        Grand Forks, North Dakota Sometime in March- May

        during Heidi & Eric’s daily trail runs.

 

-Opening Tik-Tok account (the reason we know of said events)

-Dressing a faultless Marvelous cat in doll clothes

-Being attacked by the Marvelous cat (as deserved)

-Cheetos eating contests

-Mowing the lawn while on a hover board

-Raving dance parties (only 2 people attended)

-Miranda Sings moved into Ruby’s room (She is SO sassy, and resembles Ruby).

-Children jumping off of balcony

-Children launching Marvelous cat from balcony

 

            The perpetrators have been apprehended.

  The Marvelous cat unharmed. 

       AND we just started another lockdown!                

 

       So, Merriest of Holidays!  SKåL!

 

    Heidi, Eric, Elias & RubyCat

 It seems that I am brimming with tears a lot lately. Tears of joy, tears of pain, tears of emotion, tears of pure love.

I am striving for more patience. Patience with my children. Patience with myself.

Here is my Christmas wish list:

-To your enemy, give forgiveness

-To an opponent, give tolerance.

-To a friend, give your heart.

-To a customer, give service.

-To all, give charity.

-To every child, a good example

-To yourself, give respect.

Grateful

 Two weeks ago today- November 6th I burned my arm - A 3rd degree burn. I had just finished using a heat gun, I sat it aside continuing to work. My arm came in contact with the hot point and sizzled, it was about the size of a 50 cent piece. It went through the epidermis, the dermis, all the dermises. I got cold water and ice on it right away, and have been rebinding the wound multiple times daily.

The pain is slowly easing, the wound is getting smaller. My body is healing itself. What an amazing thing. And now I am so grateful for a functioning arm.

I am grateful for lessons that remind me to embrace life with gratitude for that is how I want to live my moments.

Life cards: Tower and the Chariot. And I am the Warrior.

Pain, wounds, death, towers crumbling- and my chariot rebuilding it all.

Tonight I came across this poem I wrote in the wake of my daughters death, another kind of pain that has taught me so much about how I want to live.

Suffering

Darkness

sinking in pain.

I must pass through this shadow to gain…

To gain peace

To gain light

All my love uncovering

I brave the dark times

To expose my soul to the suffering

Experiencing All there is

I gain depth and compassion

A cup full of heartache was only part my ration

For, before I could suffer

A pain of this weight

I had to know,

Something {that} great.

My heart is full

And I love to its depth

Consequently,

This means a deep and wide breadth

I have my memories

I honor my bestowment

I don’t need much more…

For I have THIS moment.

Nolite te Bastardes Carborundorum

Cat Entertainment

Ooo... What are holiday decorations?  They look fun.

 

Are they delicious?

Yuck, no.

They are nap worthy though, and bonus, I get photographed.
 

If you are interested in an adorable, (obviously very helpful), entertaining and 

super loving ball of fur contact: 

Journey Home Animal Rescue