My ideal household would have to exist of someone I love, someone I can stand enough to have them living with us, my dogs and a Siamese cat and me.
In the early days living here it was not all that difficult, I was living here with my husband, my twinboys, 2 or 3 dogs and at least one or two Eastern cats.
Although my life was quite busy, I loved to talk and cuddle my talkative cats who loved the hugs. Unfortunately there is comparatively only a limited life expectancy on pets and because I get mine all “second hand” because I feel they are just as loving as the baby form of and mostly a lot more interesting.
So I pick up a 10 year old Sharpei, at a nearby pound for being apparently autistic, while he was really stonedeaf, a lovely sweet breeding dog, who adored my cats and visa versa, who is just one example of my numerous pets.
This also means that I have to give them the best life possible, because sometimes it can be incredibly short and they deserve so much more because of the losses & devastations they have already experienced in their lives
And now I am going to apply it to myself, actually I am already doing it, I have fallen in love (some will say in lust!) with a much younger man and enjoying his company to the hilt.
The fact that I first fell in love with his clever remarks and brainy retorts remain untold in the story, but it nevertheless stands.
I love waking up with him, falling asleep with him and even cooking with him. He comes from a continent where men can often cook as well as women and he has already lived almost a decennia on his own, so he can also taste and tells me what he thinks is lacking.
My kids are very surprised at times, the fact that I make breakfast, while in the olden days, that was their fathers job… They also warn or correct me because they are very observant and no doubt quite critical about my new lifestyle. I get told what to do and what not to do and I take some to heart and let the rest fall by the wayside.
When I was a child I have been admonished far too much, so when I left at 17, I felt free for the first time in my life, not in that of my parents though, if the ceiling would have fallen down while I lived in London, it would have been some way my fault.
That never changed, not even when my mum was already demented and walking with my kids through the OAP hospice: I know you are hers (never saying my name) but I really like you because you are just like your uncle René (my brother, who died 10 years ago).
So if I learned one thing in my life, always listen, weight the options and then decide between them while taking your own path, however wobbly and obscure it might seem to others and sometimes scary to you. And above all, dare to take the risk!!
The SAS (special forces in the UK) have a motto I try to adhere to most days: “(s)he who dares wins!” Which might in my case be quite an optimistic view on things, but there is no other way for me to live!
So I am living the way I am, and although it is completely unrealistic, I would love to get myself another second hand cat: Siamese, Maine Coon, or something I can cuddle, talk to and will react back to me without being killed by my crazy Sharpei who believes all cats should be killed and succeeded to kill mine while I was on holiday.
But then I weigh the options: I can get a savage type from Belgium, it can easily stand up to my dog because it is the size of a small lynx, but I wonder what my neighbours cats would think of that, also I have two chicken owning neighbours where one lets them walk outside… so I think I have just got to wait for different times, because this is not the moment to get a cat.
I think I will get back to bed, back in his arms and enjoying his hugs for at least another 15 minutes because life is hard!
Have a great day!
