Showing posts with label good days. Show all posts
Showing posts with label good days. Show all posts

Sunday, July 19, 2020

Our Stories Matter

Happy Sunday, Readers,

Last week, I shared Pixie's story in honour of her passing. 😿 Which got me thinking about our individual stories - and how they matter.

Like Pixie, I had a rough start, too - the runt of a litter born in the parking lot of a shopping mall and abandoned by my cat-mother.
Me as a kitten.
When you share your story, what do you start with? Do you start with your rough beginning, or do you begin your story with a memory of courageous perseverance in the face of adversity? We all have a story to share and maybe we all can inspire others with our resilience.

You may remember how Pasqua came in to our life. We don't know much about his back story, or why he was dropped off at the cat sanctuary that October. We do know that they named him Chip because he was found during their Halloween Chip or Treat event.
Pasqua as a kitten.
Maybe if I allowed Pasqua to write today's blog he would start out at Thanksgiving 2018, and his first night in his new home here with us. How he knew it was supposed to be temporary and it was just a foster situation, so he squeezed his way into our hearts so that he would never leave.

We all have our own experience and impression of the world. If we stick with starting our story at the bad times, our focus of the bad times grows. The bad times are important, but even more important is how we rise above them, that's what makes us who we are at the core.

We don't have to start our story with the bad times. Instead, we could start at the good times, start with the blessings. Maybe, if we focus on the good, we will see the good grow.

Give people a space to be heard, listen to their story.

Share your story.

It matters.

Purr & Paw,
-Stivali. 🐾

🧡Sharing your story is heart work. It's not easy work, but it might be the most important thing you’ll ever do. - Jennifer Williamson.🧡









Tuesday, January 23, 2018

Who is gonna pay for all the catnip?

This is the question mamma asks us each morning when my sister and I are longingly looking at her as she leaves for work.
We know she hates leaving us to go to work. Part of the reason she agreed to keep Stivali years ago was for me to have a playmate, as I was alone for 16 months after my brother King Kismet passed away.
Ma has to go to work so she can buy us toys, food, treats, blankets, and catnip. We never have a shortage of any of these items at our house.
I would have been a movie star or a therapy cat had life allowed. Then I would have contributed to our household needs. I would have been very good at either occupation. I am extremely friendly and loving. I have been called a “Love Sponge” by many people. I just eat up all affection and ask for attention daily. As for acting, I think I could have been a big star. I would have brought happiness and joy to many people’s lives if I was an actor or a therapy cat. I know this.
The past couple of weeks, I have been tired and have not been as loving to anyone. I am not very talkative or active. I cannot eat crunchy food or treats anymore. I have skipped breakfast for a few days now and it makes mamma sad. I am just not as hungry as I once was, and must now maintain a soft food diet.
I had a good weekend, though. I purred and cooed and hung out with Stivali and ma, and we watched television together and it was a very nice weekend.  Aunt Cheryl visited us and it was very nice to see her, too. It was a good weekend. 
Sunday was a good day. I was happy and cozy.
Monday morning, I could not go down the stairs. They wind me and exasperate my CHF symptoms – specifically, my heavy breathing.  I have a precise method of walking, all cats do. It is called “direct registering”, wherein our hind paws fall almost exactly into the place our fore paws did before.  We cats walk like this to remain quiet and reduce the sightings of tracks. Plus, we are more stable in our footing as our fore paws have already felt out the upcoming steps for our hind paws. Pretty brilliant we are. However, this causes me to have to bolt up the steps or barrel down them. This is not good for my weak heart.
Mamma brought my food and water bowl upstairs for me. She also brought downstairs a litter box, just in case I came downstairs while she was at work and I couldn’t make it back upstairs.
All day I was shifting my position to find the most comfortable way to sit and relax. I did not sleep much at all, which is not normal cat behavior. I was uncomfortable all Monday and it led to a very hard evening. My labored breathing caused me to wheez, and I now make noise with each exhalation. This stinks.  Monday, I did not eat, but did end up vomiting bile and foamy liquid which caused my ma to start crying uncontrollably.  This stinks.

Today, my labored breathing kept me in bed for most of the day. I did not go downstairs for breakfast, and mamma administered my meds in the bedroom for the second day in a row. I did eat a minimal amount of soft food, but I stayed by myself upstairs for most of the day.  This stinks.
At 4 o’clock, my Nonno Tony came to visit me, and as soon as I heard his voice I went downstairs to greet him. He gives me really strong head pets and I really like them. J 
At 5 o’clock my Zia Marcella stopped by to see me so I really was social and happy for a couple of hours. Mamma was excited as I began to purr for the first time since Sunday night.  Once everyone left, I retreated back upstairs to be left alone and to rest. ☹
All I keep thinking about is at least ma will have my little sister when I go. I realize she is a Tuxedo, and Tuxedos are said to be very clever but they show less affection compared to Maine Coons. Tuxedos are infamous for having numerous momentary dealings with cats and humans, so that is going to be very different for my ma. I was loving all of the time, until I got sick.
Since I am not feeling so well, I will share some of my mamma’s favorite photos of me when I was healthy. Before the CHF diagnosis. 
My sister and I relaxing, 2012.

Contemplating life in 2011.

Enjoying a sun puddle. Circa 2012. 

Ma entered this into a pet photo contest and was shocked we did not win. 2013.

From that same photo shoot. 

She made a dirty joke about this one - like I got caught doing something I shouldn't. 2014.