#1283 My new furry friend

I haven’t written too much about the feline addition to our family. To be honest, I am a bit hard on Mister F.

I know I am being totally unfair. At the beginning I would constantly reference him to my childhood cat… let’s call her ‘Incredible.’ Incredible was a beautiful tabby. She was smart and friendly, with a touch of cheekiness and strong foundations in dependability, and was so obedient. Oh my. She never misbehaved or did anything wrong, and easily became the favourite cat of my parents too.

She was, quite simply, Incredible. 

She wouldn’t even meow when she wanted to be let out. You would just notice her gone, and then find her by the back door waiting for someone to come along and see her.

Incredible had a strong sixth sense too. I remember a few times in my late teens when I came home, and she was sitting on the front porch step, waiting for me to walk up even though I had been in Hubbie’s (then boyfriend) car for 10 minutes, having some kind of argument.

She sat and waited patiently.

I remember another time in my early teens, when I came outside to the back step and started to cry. Something had made me very sad. And she just stayed there with me. She didn’t meow for food. She didn’t do anything to suggest she wasn’t aware of my state of being… rather the way she went silent, sitting by my side and just being there, showed to me that she knew.

She was there for me.

It was a very hard day when I realised she wasn’t eating. I immediately knew something was up. A vet visit discovered a tumour, and it had spread inside of her. She was subsequently put to sleep.

My childhood best friend of 11 and a half years was gone.

I can then be forgiven for taking so long to get another cat. 16 years in fact.

I didn’t realise how much of Incredible was still in me. How much of her I still mourned when we got Mister F.

Mister F would jump up on the island bench… repeatedly – “Mister F! How dare you! Incredible never did that!”

Mister F started scratching our couch – “Mister F! Stop it! You’re so stubborn! Incredible always listened to us!”

Mister F would not eat, shock horror, cooked chicken – “If Incredible was here, she would smash your meal! You don’t appreciate good food, pft.”

Chicken was Incredible’s favourite.

But I’ve realised I have to lay off Mister F. I have to give him space to be his own cat.

I have to give him space to be his own kind of Incredible.

Today he showed me something that twigged something deep inside of me. I had come home upset about something, and sat on the couch quite despondent… he reached his paws up to the couch, before jumping up next to me.

He didn’t just stay there though. He went further, placing his paws on my legs, as if to say “hey, I’m here.”

I pet him. Sure this cat wanted attention. But again and again he came back, resting his paws on my leg, and I couldn’t help but think, ‘there’s something here.’

Just like that day on the back step with Incredible, now I could see Mister F’s sixth sense… there was something incredible happening.

Mister F was there for me. And he got in quite close, leaning against me as I sat there, thinking.

We can’t all be Incredible. But in Mister F’s case, I think he is on his way to becoming Mister Fantastic.

#1277 Hidden work emails

The end, is nigh.

At my work. I don’t even want to say anything too soon for fear of things getting dragged out further, but let’s just say my time at my current place of employment… well it won’t be so current anymore.

I am ready to move on.

A couple of months ago, perhaps not so much. I was feeling very bittersweet about the whole thing, wondering what I would do after it all (uh, write more?!) I was questioning my future, and was thinking about the people mostly, those I had made memories with for the past 11 and a half years.

But as the weeks have gone by, and many colleagues have already left, along with the fact that we are still here 4 months after we were meant to have left, a total of 18 months AFTER being told about our redundancy… well I am ready.

I really truly, think I…  AM… READY.

There is barely nothing to do. We are hanging around at work waiting for problems to arise so we can fix them, before the official migration interstate happens. And as we wait, we… do what we like.

Today I was getting ready and sorting my things by going through emails. Not those work-related, tips on how to write a resume and grab the attentions of your preferred employer emails…

Rather the emails I’ve been sending and receiving for over a decade, between me and my work friends.

What a time warp. So many things have transpired and gone down and exploded and sailed, all with a lot of cat photos, food porn and plenty of coffee walks in between. 😉

So I have collated a few of those cheeky work emails for you to read and hopefully enjoy, even if you have no idea what or WHO they are about…

work emails that happened when we were supposed to be working,

when we were supposed to be not listening, and

when we were supposed to be not talking.

And before any potential work friends of mine meltdown when they see this… RELAX. I am only repeating on here MY WORDS. Only.

Still, they paint a little story. Read on. 🙂 (Photos included were actual photos included in original emails)

 

“I think I need to try all their pastries… just to makes sure they’re up to scratch, u know”

“He WAS chirpy today! OMG you’re killing me!”

R things progressing?

How the hell will I wait ’til thursday to find out?

Oh oh! I’m parked at remand, maybe u can move ur car when I leave 5:10???”

“Yes!

What would you say if I told you I brought you in a donutella? Would you like it now or after? ;)”

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“OMG yes just in time for as this audio assault arrives beside me”

“Please don’t feel pressured… I understand.. if u wanna say something im totally here (!), but if u feel uncomfortable I get that too.

But I am here if u get the urge to say something. Hey u could also say something really vague and let me interpret. Lol

Joking joking. Or am I ?;)”

“No problems! Even if u wanna wait until the day to confirm, up to u 🙂 when it comes to coffee and catch ups I say yes very easily and quickly lol”

“I don’t watch the Voice but I saw bits of it on Sunday and everyone was raving about how amazing Ricky is, if I was on that show and he turned around for me, I would throw myself on him!”

“How’s your coffee today? Mine is really good!”

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“I think I dreamt about u again! But u know when u feel like someone featured in ur dream but u cant remember any detail? Like that”

“Ok…. Well think of it as a cry out for help, where you can help a poor Mum who has had very very little sleep get some sense of normality back in her day with some caffeinated goodness.

And, if that fails, here is Ricky Martin: (this is not the same photo, but meh)

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In not knowing who to post for you, I’ve just thought to go with who to post for ME, lol!”

“Let’s be honest, all you’ve been eating is herbs today, so you can totally have more sweets”

“By the way i’m nice and warm now after my big cap!”

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(And I end with my favourite exchange…)

“I can’t remember what we used to call the greasy ogler, so I’ll just go with greaseball.

He walked past me this morning (past Xs desk) and I looked up with a normal smile because I SERIOUSLY DIDN’T KNOW HE WAS WALKING BY! And he did that flick of his head where it was as if he was gonna look away but then quickly turned back because he saw I smiled. I was so bloody disgusted and upset that I let him think I was FRIENDS with him.

Then he just walked by again, totally looking the whole time as if waiting for a smile. Because I’m actually sitting here doing work rather than ogling people in the office (like, honestly) I didn’t notice him ‘til the very end, but thank God I only looked up with a fairly serious look.

I notice only him on his own around lately, so I hope his horrible posse has dismembered.

Ugh.

Hope you have a nice greaseball-free day!”

Ahh, memories. 🙂 ♥♥♥♥

#1220 Writing day

I really needed this day.

I’ve been needing this day for about weeks now. And amidst rain and cold temps, a cat meowing for attention beside me (typical writer cat lady, I know ;)) and a candle burning bright with ideas and inspiration, I set to the task.

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Writing my novel. Editing my novel. Breaking down the characters, plot, the structure…

Writing for my course. Writing a pitch, for my course! Oh it was wonderful. Done with such love and dedication, my beanie wrapped around my head tightly in order to get all those creative juices bundled up and warm and spilling out onto the pages before me…

It was the greatest few hours… while I was freezing in the house… while it rained outside – and there I was, writing my heart out.

#1172 Letting go – part two

I’ll tell you a story… or two. I seem to be telling many of late. But this one is about my miraculous observation in the art of letting go… and how when you actually LET GO, and free yourself of expectations and what you believe should be, or should happen… well the right thing presents itself to you.

#1.

The day when we went to the animal shelter to meet our soon-to-be, yet not known at the time, cat…

We were let into the big human-sized cage to watch him. Be with him. The worker placed him into my arms and I held him for a bit before he jumped onto a nearby scratcher and climbed all the way to the top, so he could be at our height.

He looked around, pupils growing wide, curious, observant. A shiny black coat, white socks, white whiskers. We immediately loved him.

But someone else was going to see him FIRST. We were told that since someone had already called and queried about him, they had first preference. We nodded, patting this black and white cat, this cat that was oblivious to the owner wars happening around him.

We smiled and laughed. We patted him some more. We left the large cage and I started to fill in the application for the sake of crossing all t’s and dotting all i’s, but you know what I was thinking? Hubbie’s thoughts mirrored my own though we didn’t express them ’til later…

There’s nothing wrong with this cat. Surely the people will get him. He’s great. He’s gorgeous. He’s entertaining. We are too late.

Just the fact of knowing someone else wanted him, that was reason enough for these people to get this cat. It is part of the human condition, after all, to want even MORE what someone else wants.

I finished filling in the form as Hubbie and baby girl went across the room to look at other cats in cages. I felt a bit sad thinking it wasn’t likely we would see him again, and yet I still felt this happiness, this positivity… and knowing all that I did, smiling at him through the cage, I placed my finger through a hole to pat his neck and I whispered

“See you later.”

With a wide smile. I knew there were people first in line before us. I knew he was practically perfect. I knew all of this, and still I put those words out there with hope and happiness in my heart, but most importantly I –

LET GO.

And of course, the next day the shelter called me to say…

The cat was ours, if we wished. The other people?

They never even showed up.

Such a small moment, but it held so much weight. I have been replaying my state of being, my feelings, just my general mood as I whispered those words to him that Sunday. I have been thinking it over again and again, trying to bottle up the exact feeling, the exact feeling that led us to what we wanted.

And in going over it again and again, it happened… AGAIN.

#2.

My work is giving us all training allowances in our redundancies. I’m doing an online writing course at the moment… and two weeks ago I wrote in to apply for another one (as I still had funds I could use).

But last week, I got nervous. My new course started this week, I hadn’t heard back, and yet I had failed to mention to the relevant people that the course started like, NOW… so I sent a little reminder. A little “sorry, but just wanted to mention…” type email.

I came into work today and still… nothing. 

I fluctuated. First I was angry. How could she not approve me that course? There were no grounds not to? Was she busy? She had replied to another non-related email of mine within seconds of me sending, why wasn’t she doing anything about this? 

Then I went the other way. Maybe I should take this as a sign. Maybe I am pushing too much. Maybe it is not meant to be, now.

But no! I argued in my head. I had a whole plan. A whole plan as to how I was going to progress with my courses… I soon realised I was becoming too controlling, too much trying-to-make-everything-my-way and not life’s way.

I hesitated. I paused. I still sent another reminder to say I had days left to apply within this week’s period, but I pondered the repercussions of not doing the course immediately.

Maybe I should do this course at another time… I would have to wait another 2 months or so, but maybe that time was better? I was feeling exceptionally busy and overwhelmed by a lot at the moment… maybe this was my blessing in disguise. Maybe, just maybe, there was something else better waiting for me.

By the end of the day, I had convinced myself it was better this way, and that there were advantages of not doing the course now.

I felt the benefits.

I felt the relief.

I had –

LET GO.

Guess what happened 20 minutes before the end of my work shift?

Email. Approving my course.

(Face palm).

Big, little, in-between or life-changing, I am seeing a theme. A theme whereby I have let go of an expectation, an ending I believe to be correct, and allowed the Universe to take over as I focus on other things… and then those things that I have wanted, have come into my life, so easily.

Effortlessly.

Magically.

And all I had to do is LET GO, and believe it. Which sounds easier than it is. It takes serious practice and repetition that all is good as it is. Like one of my fave Pulp Fiction quotes:

“Bitch be cool!”

Well that’s what I have been doing. I have been practicing, being cool. 

Letting go.

Releasing.

Surrendering.

Not controlling.

Just, allowing.

And in such simple terms, going with the flow.

And it is a miraculous place to go.

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Photo by Mohamed Nohassi on Unsplash

 

 

#1157 Cat Commentary

Baby girl loves our new family member. It is adorable, hilarious and touching all in one.

She keeps tabs on him wherever he goes… hence the ‘commentary.’

“Mama, Mister F is in the laundry.”

“Mama he is just sitting down.”

“Mama he is coming to you! He is coming to the kitchen!”

“Mama he is behind the couch.”

“Mama he is eating! Yay, eat pussy cat!”

“Mama Mister F is licking himself.”

“Mama Mister F is following me.”

“Mama… I can’t find Mister F!”

(Darling maybe that’s because our feline friend needs a breather!)

#1156 Meet our new Friend

F is for Fun.

F is for Fantastic.

F is for Fresh.

F is for Fearless.

F is for Fast.

F is for Familial.

F is for…. “what the F&*k there’s a cat in our house?”

YEP.

Meet Mister F.

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As you can see he is already very acquainted with baby girl. (And you can also see I am continuing the tradition of ‘back’ and ‘side’ shots).

This has been a long time coming for me, and yet the thought to seriously get a cat in my life again didn’t occur to me until only recently.

My last cat left us 16 years ago. Since that was my childhood cat, it was hard to get past, and part of the reason (apart from the busy-ness of life, and um, our bird) that we never seriously contemplated getting another one for all of this time.

We are still busy… and we still have our bird.

But today… it was meant to be.

Even the way this cat came into our lives has me smiling stupidly and scratching my head.

Life, is interesting. I do think he was meant to come into our life right now, and us into his…

And, I do hope he likes it here. ♥♥♥♥

#1122 Work presents

Baby girl is the absolute sweetest. She gave me some temporary gifts to take to work with me tomorrow.

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She stuck scented stickers on the back of my phone, because you know, STICKERS are the bomb… and she lent me her cute little cat doll, so that I am reminded of her while at work tomorrow.

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‘Kiki’ is meant to sit on my desk and watch me work. “But make sure you bring her back Mum!”

:):):)