Comfort From A Furry Friend

Lindsey Keal

Lindsey Keal

Today our black cat reminded me how comforting the presence of an animal is.  I had asthma as a child and spent many hours in bed with a vaporizer.  My cat Mitten (who I was not allergic to) would cuddle up with me and purr.

Many nights I went to sleep to the comforting sound of singing and purring of my cat.  Batman, our black cat, reminded me this morning how comforting that sound can be.  It brought back warm memories of long ago when the sound calmed me, comforted and helped me breath at a slower rhythm.

Animals add so many wonderful things to our lives.  They add entertainment and companionship, acceptance and unquestioning love.  I thankful for the furry family members I’ve known over the years, they’ve added their share of smiles and tears to my memories and will never be forgotten

Cherry Coley (c).

Yip! There it is!

Today I am thankful for dogsGod really knew what He was doing when He created dogs.  I am wondering if Adam decided that “dog” was man’s best friend.  Can’t you see Adam and Eve getting in an argument?  Adam goes off to be alone, here comes dog to sit beside him, look at him with imploring eyes and cock his head to the side as Adam grumbles. 

I love dogs.  They are happy to see you whether you’ve been gone 5 minutes or 5 days, they act the same either way.  Dogs – when well taken care of – are predictable and steady lovers of everything you do.  Dogs readily show their enthusiasm by wagging their tails, smiling, barking and jumping up and down.  Honestly, I know our dogs get way more excited about going for a walk than I do, but their enthusiasm is contagious.

Dogs come equipped with sympathy and empathy vibes as well.  If you don’t feel well the dog will come and lie down beside you, if they can manage it they will prop their head on you for comfort and (hopefully) gain a pat on the head.

Dogs are bandits, comedians, clowns, racers, chasers, barkers, protectors, sniffers, fetchers, and sneaker eaters, but more than all of those, dogs are loyal companions and welcome friends. 

Take a moment today to enjoy the antics of a dog; it will brighten your day and the dogs too!

 Cherry Coley ©

Echoes of a Not So Distant Past

I have come into contact with many new people the last few days while visiting home improvement stores, talking to movers, saying hello to new neighbors.  Funny that the older people are friendly and happy to greet you for the most part, but for the younger generation courtesy seems to be optional.

 It kind of makes me sad and stop to wonder what is happening with society?  Are we so caught up in ourselves that we can no longer spare a moment to be kind, or just stop and say a few words? 

 Perhaps it’s just me being nostalgic again, but I grew up in a different time.  My parents didn’t pay us for every chore we did, yet we did them anyway.  We were taught to go to the neighbors and ask to mow the lawn, or ask if they needed help with washing the car, that’s how we earned our extra money.

 There was a lady about three houses up the street from us who loved fish.  She had 15-20 fish tanks with all different kinds of fish in them.  She would let me help some when cleaning the tanks and sometimes she would let me feed the fish.  She had some black molly fish that were my favorite to feed, because she would let me get a little bunch of fish flakes to pinch between my fingers and hold in the water while the molly’s had a feeding frenzy around my fingers.  It was fun to learn about the different types of fish she had too.  She had angel fish, guppies, goldfish, Eels, Koi, Neon Tetras, Swordtails, and Hifin Platies.  She had them all sorted, lights on some aquariums and not on others, some had heaters, some were salt water, and some aquariums had plants.  It was a fascinating place because she had books and pamphlets on how to care for the different fish and what was required as well as a lot of different types of fish food.

 Mrs. Garvin was always nice and patient with my questions and curiosity.  I valued her friendship, knowledge, and most of all that she took time to show me things that I otherwise might not get to experience firsthand.  This friendship started partially because my brother played baseball with her sons, but also because when she would carry in bags of groceries, if I saw her, I would run over and help her in the door with them. 

 I suppose people are more cautious now and to some extent it is necessary to keep a watchful eye on adults and children in order to protect our own kids, but we should be mindful to not let kindness and consideration for our neighbors become a thing of the past. 

 It makes me smile when I see a teenager or pre-teen offer to open a door, help with groceries, or do something nice “just because.”  I have to stop and be thankful that kindness still lives and is still being passed down from generation to generation.  Though the courtesy and friendly greetings on the road and in the parking lots at stores are nowhere near as frequent, they do reappear now and then. 

 We should, each and every one of us, make a point of showing courtesy and kindness at every opportunity, take care of how we treat the younger generation as they will one day be our age and we will be the older generation.  I may not have always agreed with my parents, but I always respected them.  My children do not have to always agree with me, but they must always respect me and their elders

 Cherry Coley ©

What Luck! A Black Cat!

Photo by Cherry Coley
About two years ago we had a new addition to our family.   It wasn’t really a well thought out thing, it just happened.  You see, I have an enormous weakness for black cats.  I just love them.  I have had many of them through out my life and they are different than most cats.  Black cats have a very different attitude, a very different look and well, they are good luck if you own one.  Oh, I know all about the superstitions associated with them, perhaps that’s why I have such a heart for them. 
This is Batman.  At the last apartment complex we lived at a group of kids had found him and were carrying him around and basically were loving him to death.  The kids had good intentions, but they were little kids and Batman was just a little bitty, scrawny kitten, and they were handling him way too much.  My daughter, Lindsey had broken her leg while climbing in a tree.  She had rescued the kitten from the other kids and was holding him in her lap, looking up at me with those big grey eyes. 
“NO!!  Absolutely not!” I said firmly.  “I’m NOT getting another cat!”
“Mom, Please!”  Lindsey repeated over and over.  I wasn’t going to budge, I was determined not to add another pet to our house.  I handed the kitten back to the kids who ran off to see if they could have him, then helped Lindsey get back into the apartment and settled on the couch.  I then left the apartment, walked over to where the kids were gathered still petting and passing the poor little thing back and forth.  I reached in the middle of them and took him, held him to my chest and turned to walk away.
“HEY!” they yelled, “what are you going to do?”
“I’m taking my black cat home,” I replied, and left them standing with their mouths hanging open.

Batman and Lindsey

The little black ball of fur curled up against me began to purr weakly.  I took him in the house, fixed him some warm milk and gave him a box with a warm towel.  I told Lindsey and Casey they were not to pick him up or touch him much for the next few days because he’d been handled way too much.  Lindsey wanted the box next to her so she could watch over him.  By the next night the kitten was sitting up and looking at her curiously.  Pretty soon they were sleeping together and this tiny kitten, first curled up on her pillow, then worked his way over to nuzzle in her hair and find her ear.  The strangest thing ever was when he started sucking her earlobe.  It was too funny to dismiss.  The kitten was named Batman because when we found him he was so scrawny and had such big ears he looked like a black bat. 
He is a part of our family this black cat, what a stroke of good luck for all of us.
Cherry Coley (c)