To be Loved..

I did have a deep and introspective navel gazing post….but let’s talk about the cats instead.

We got one still living kitten.

This is Molly.

She is really cute….very feisty.  We are all enjoying her crazy energy.

I knew the other two cats, Phoebe and Aurora, would have no problem with her.  They are not territorial at all.

I figured they would glare and stay away.

Well no.

Suddenly we have cute and cuddly adult cats.

Phoebe..who really only sticks with Crunchy Husband, now is greeting all of us with much purring and suck upness.

She is on my lap right now.  She even shared my lap with the kitten the other night.

Aurora PLAYED.  He never plays.   

We are a bit weirded out.

Callie the dog and the kitten play..chase each other all over the place.  Callie even lets her drink from HER bowl.

Food is the big issue with Callie.  The new kitten is a moocher too and so Callie sees this as a HUGE affront to her territory and position in the house.

Now not only do I have kittens, kids, and dogs vying for my attention…now I have the adult cats too.

Talk about insecure!

For a person who was always a bit of a loner…all this love can be a tad overwhelming.

I am never ever alone.

Which is nice..mostly.

I suppose.

It is good to be loved.

I suppose.

I am lucky.

I suppose.

As  I sit here in a house, I don’t really like.  Surrounded by mess….mess made by the one’s I love.

Mess I can’t seem to get a handle on.

Surrounded by family..by love…..Home is what you make of it….even if the ‘appearance’ leaves you disastisfied.

I suppose if REALLY wanted to change it I would do something about it.

My mom had higher hopes for me.  She pictured me in a nice home, with nice things….living the life she maybe SHOULD have had.  Make up for the childhood that I did have.

However..what I learned from that childhood is what makes me the way I am now.

Home and love is wherever you and your loved one’s are….the surroundings are just shells….

And hell yes…I want a nice house.  I want nice things…but should I want to trade that for all the love I have?

Probably not.

When I dream of the nice things..I have to always remember to be thankful for the ‘nice’ things that I have…..my children, my husband, my pets….

Love.