|1.- peel for me! 2.- tie for me! 3.- pin this up for me! 4.- cut for me! 5.- grrrr tear it open for me! 6.- comb me! 7.- but there is one thing I never have to ask my mom to do for me.. 8.- love me!|
As silly as it may sound, this cartoon made me think of my cats and how they communicate their needs, wants and love. It actually almost bothers me when I see stories on the news or posts on Facebook where parents are praised for how they raise their children (or people say how wonderful it is to be a mom or dad) but no one thinks of those of us who were not able to have human children. First, I don't call my cats my KIDS. I find the word "kids" to be somewhat degrading and disrespectful, so I do my best to not use this word if at all possible. My cats are my girls, my babies, my daughters, my angels, my world. How is this different from actual "motherhood"? Sure, they weren't born of my body, but I adopted them as so many other's adopt their children and that does not take away from their being parents. But there I go allowing my mind to wander off subject, which you will find I do quite often!
My three girls are very different from one another. Emmi Sue is my oldest. She'll be 15 on March 11th, which will mark 14 years since I've had her in my life. Jinger and Allie are 13½ and will be 14 on July 15th (I adopted them at 7½ weeks). But just as children have distinct personalities, my cats do, too. Emmi Sue is what I call more "needy" and very jealous, while Allie is more shy and skittish and Jinger is a little more happy-go-lucky in a "Phoebe Buffet" from the sitcom "Friends" sort of way. While Emmi Sue and Allie understand the word "no" the first time I say it, it takes Jinger two, three, four, SEVEN times before she lets it seep into her head to stop whatever it is that she is doing, but then she stops.
|my Emmi Sue, sunning herself in the bedroom window|
|my little Allie, waking up on my pillow|
|simply my Jinger.. pic taken with my phone|
One of the wonders of my girls is that, although they obviously cannot use "words" to communicate with me, they have their own ways of telling me what I need to know. About a month and a half ago, I went to my neurologist and told him that I was having much more pain that usual and my night spasms were getting worse. I explained that my cats had behaved so much more concerned, clingy, nervous than I had ever seen them the day before, so I knew something had happened while I was sleeping. I'm sure my neuro thought I was insane, but I didn't care. My cats were telling me that I had been moaning, screaming, practically convulsing that night and I was not about to disregard their message. You see, as much as I take care of and love my girls, they take care of and love me just as much. We are a family. Emmi Sue, Jinger, Allie and me. And I wouldn't want it any other way.