Hello everyone, happy Monday to you all. Also a very happy birthday to my mom today! Four years ago, she left this ratchet earth to be in a MUCH better place, so I hope she's celebrating. I'm glad I could continue to carry the writer's torch. She was also a divine writer like me! I even started working on my book again, "Life as Bre Know It", so I can be a published author just like her. Look out for that soon!
This past month has actually been pretty darn stressful. As it turns out, not having a job while trying to live your dreams can be just as distracting as having a job while trying to live your dreams. Why is rent so expensive? Why does it cost so much money just to be alive? Why do I NEED to renew my ID every 4 years? Am I not still Bretony McGee?? I'm not sure why off the grid living isn't more accepted in today's society. I'd totally be down. Anywho, the end of this month did slightly turn around. During a very rainy and cold morning, a very faint meowing woke me up. I looked outside and saw the tiniest little kitty screaming for dear life! After 3 attempts to bring her inside, I finally got her to come in to the warmth and under the covers. I named him/her Garbage! (yes, yes, I know, the name is awesome. I named her after a cat from an episode of The Office where Dwight accidentally (or most probably, purposely) killed Angela's cat Sprinkles and tried to replace her with a cat named Garbage. Man, I really watch that show too much!)
Little Garbage is so cute! And so tiny! Not sure if Garby is a she or a he, but I think she's a she. Tiny little kittens really are the cure for whatever slump you may be in. I had totally forgotten about everything that was stressing me. However, my current cat Mercedes didn't really get along too well with Garbage. By that, I mean that Mercedes literally tried to scratch her little face off. Garbage ended up staying with a friend. She's safe and warm, away from other cats. But I have to see if my friend wants to keep Garbage. If not, I gotta figure something out for her! This little baby kitten is sort of similar to having a kid. All of my concern is for the little one. I'm not even supposed to have cats in my apartment building, but I just love them so much! I found myself rearranging my schedule just to help take care of her. Even staying awake because of her meows reminded me of a crying baby. Mother's have to give up so much, all for another life to survive. It's the most amazing and selfless act on this planet if you ask me.
The concept of loving something so tiny, and messy, and loud...sometimes annoying..sometimes inconvenient...who does nothing for you but be cute all day, is so complex. The emotion is almost indescribable until you actually feel it. Love does come in all forms, which a lot simply cannot be explained. Should we even try to explain it or rationalize? Should we just go with the flow? I usually try to flow. It works out for the most part.
The selfless love of a mother to a child is usually the first type of love every living thing experiences. In my own PERSONAL experience, the only thing I have to compare to that is my love for the little animals I have the pleasure of taking into my home. I really do love them like my babies! Non pet owners probably think I'm a lunatic, but I enjoy taking care of animals. Just like with babies, there are many cons, but also MANY pros. As I mentioned earlier, merely being around a cute kitten immediately boosts my mood. And unless you have a heart of stone, it would boost your mood too! Even as I type this very blog, it's a bit difficult because Mercedes is sleeping on my right hand. But I wouldn't have it any other way.
I know that sometimes some of my friends get into it with their moms sometimes. This is natural people. Trust me, I would argue with my mom alot too. The thing is though, we have to understand that moms really do mean well. They aren't just out to get us and make our lives miserable. They think, act, and speak out of love (even if it doesn't come off like that to us). I always hate to hear about people on bad terms with their mothers. Whatever the conflict is, the most important thing to always remember is that your mother does love you. Whatever crazy, annoying, ungrateful, unsuccessful, stinky, lazy, meowing person (or kitty) you turned out to be, your mom still loves you, and only wants you to be warm, safe, sound, and just as cute as the day she met you. Don't be hatin', what the good Lord and your mama spent 9 months creatin'!
p.s. or adopted! Because I definitely wasn't cookin' Mercedes or Garbage in any oven of mine!
p.p.s. It really is a good idea to start off with a pet before thinking of having a baby. It will get you atleast a little bit ready for SOME sort of responsibility. Even though I've had a lot of pets in my life, I know that a baby would be a bigger change than anything I've ever experienced. Is anyone ever prepared for that??
p.p.p.s. Nope, still not vegan. I'd probably eat a human if they fried it up right!