For Tam...

I'm a bad blogger, I have a running dialogue in my head but just can't seem to find the willingness to write it down. I have lots I could complain about but who wants to read that? I don't even want to waste the energy typing it out. I try and be a positive person, I'm a big believer in karma, so positive energy is all I'm going to try and give away...

So I guess it will be weird after my last paragraph to write about my dead cat? I had him for 20 years, my vet gave him to us after our kitten died when I was 10. He was sick and his owners didn't want him anymore, so Dr. B offered him up. He wasn't as crazy or cuddly or friendly as Mittens, my old kitty, but Lucky had something about him that made you laugh. He was kind of a jerk. He didn't care. We bonded over the fact that I was the only person he tolerated. At least that's what I like to think, it could have just been the fact that my room had the sunny southern exposure most cats enjoy. Needless to say he was my cat, and when his thyroid went kaput at 14 I took him to live with me so I could make sure he got his meds everyday. We had an understanding that I was shoving the pills down his throat to make him better so he didn't bite the hand that pilled him. My Mom wasn't as fortunate. Lucky was always a faithful friend to me, he always new when I was upset, it seemed to bother him to see me cry. He did what he could to cheer me up, just knowing he was there helped. He was my furry friend and I miss him.