that darn cat!

I will always look at our cat Meadow and wonder what I was thinking.

A friend of mine asked me if I would take in a "cute 6 week female" kitten. It was the last of the litter that hadn't been taken from their mom cat. I immediately said "yes!"

Mostly because I adore cats. I've had a cat in my life for almost my whole life. I love them. (haha, insert crazy cat lady jokes here.) However, I broke one steadfast rule of my house. I did not ask Sean. Sean and I tell, talk, discuss and go over almost every detail of our lives together. What affects me, ultimately affects him, and the rest of our household. Yes! Even a detail that involves a little 6lb kitten!

"Do not take revenge, my friends, but leave room for God's wrath, for it is written: "It is mine to avenge; I will repay,"says the Lord." Romans 12:19.

I laugh because I figure it's my punishment for not talking it over with someone who was maybe thinking clearly. Sean hasn't said a word about Meadow since the beast decided to destroy all that I hold dear.

That darn cat gets into my yarn like he owns it! I've lost skein after skein to him and I can't seem to keep him out of it. I went so far as to box it up and still yet, the cat managed to open the boxes and rip up all my precious pretty yarns. :(

Tony, of course, adores the cat. He and the darn animal are pretty much inseperable and will cry for the other if I keep them apart. I blame Meadow for much of Tony's disobedience when it comes to getting into the garbage, and tipping over clean laundry baskets full of clothes!

I have patience for many many things. I can usually tolerate an animal's growing up months/year with a lot of closed eyes, and big sighs. But this...it's hard to take when it's my yarn!

We also named the cat Meadow. Which is seemingly a very feminine name right? Yeah. We were told it was a girl kitten and didn't 'inspect' Meadow very closely because I assumed it was a girl kitten. My mother came to visit and spoke to me in Cherokee, "It's a boy kitten, it has boy parts." Yes, I about snorted my sweet tea thru my nose. It's not every day you find out the sex of the cat you own is a completely different one! Plus, my mother said it so comically and in that 'voice' of hers. Well, it was funny and horrifying all in one.
I had to tell the kids, and we went thru a million name changes for Meadow. But, in the end, Meadow stuck because the cat thinks it's name is Meadow.

I guess I do dislike the cat a lot. I am bitter and I am having a hard time forgiving Meadow for tearing up my yarn when I've been so nice to him. :(

My words yesterday were a little harsh when I said, (while cleaning up balls of more unwound, ripped an destroyed yarn) "I hate that darn cat!"
To which Jolie replied, "Mom. Papa Bob says that we are to only hate three things in this world." She gets into her preachy papa voice and begins to wave her hands to gesture. "The world, the sin and the devil!!"

I guess so, but in the mean time I think I will secretly harbor bad thoughts towards that darn cat.