1st Feline Battalion

Samson is a very sweet cat. He really is. It’s difficult to look at this beautiful, white cat with pink ears and call him a “he,” but he is indeed a “he.”

He is becoming more friendly each evening. I let my niece take my girls over two nights ago, and last night I found he had not eaten his food, and he had barfed – not a ball of hair. Lovely cleaning up cat barf. At least the amount is small.

Tonight he was very cuddly and playful. Again, when I came back home I washed my arms and hands and changed clothes, but it was not enough. Then I got out the benedryl lotion.

I would really love to say I’m getting attached to this cat, but I am not. I keep looking into his eyes trying to find some affection in me for this creature, but it’s just not there. What is there is wanting my friends to come home to a happy cat.

I also look at him trying not to be ewwwed by his slithery-ness, but I cannot. I do not like the way cats slither. It’s ewwey. And creepy.

So, from now on, my Husband will be joining us on our little trips across the street each evening. He is neither allergic to cats nor ewwed by them. He actually likes the creatures. Now, I just need to switch Samson’s affection from me to my Husband. I’m sure that won’t be a problem; animals love my Man.

I don’t think it’s a big secret that cats are not my favorite animal. Recon and I get along fine online because he can’t wake me up at 4:00am or sleep on my counter tops (ewww! cat hair where I prepare food!!!) or sit in my bathroom sink or vomit hair balls all over my house (okay, that one puts me over the edge).

However, I am very faithful to my friends, and last summer we had some new neighbors move in across the street from out-of-state. We’ve become friends with our new neighbors over the last year, and, well, they have a cat. Cat’s name is Samson.

Neighbors left to go on vacation and left Samson at home. This is much easier as the wife has MS and moving about outside her home or environment is difficult, so taking Samson along would just make things that much more difficult.

So, they are paying my girls to look after Samson, and the fish, and the tomatoe plant, and pick up their mail.

Samson is a finicky cat, so they didn’t think we’d see him while we were there. But Samson is, I think, a bit lonely, and he comes right to us when we come over everyday. And he looks at us with pitiful eyes. And he weakened me. And I picked him up, and I pet him. Yes, I did.

I had pity on a cat and have tried to comfort him.

Where I am strong, I guess, perhaps, occasionally, I might just be a bit weak. At least Samson is happy

This review of a book is packed with info. I don’t have time to go into it much right now except to say that much of this can go both ways. My ex abandoned me to his wiles and ways, and my Husband’s first wife left him for another man. I can see all of us in this article flipped back and forth. I think this quote is definitely true both ways:

“Thus, dishonorable women tend to be suspicious; faithful husbands are trusting.”
 
Dishonorable people tend to be suspicious, and faithful people tend to be trusting. We are who we are, and we tend to project who we are on others.

Feel free to discuss. I have no doubt this piece, which is not Christian or biblically based, will incite strong emotion.

(HT – Charles)