Tuesday, July 24, 2012

Comic Relief

I've been feeling a little down lately. A week after being home from our impromptu vacation, I'm ready to go back to the mountains. I watched the red-headed, black-hearted joker sit through court proceedings yesterday and felt both sad and sick. I look at my Sweetie whose living with a discordant gut (to put it delicately) and wish I could wish away his distress. I saw a man holding a cardboard sign by the side of the road and caught myself feeling disarmingly cynical rather compassionate.

It's time, I think,  for some comic relief. The kind that pets can provide.  Those furry creatures who somehow bring us joy even when they are knocking a bowl off the shelf they aren't even supposed to be on. Boy Cat did that last night, his way of getting my attention. This time it was not an empty food dish, but a jar full of lavender.  The cat was gone before the jar even hit the floor, but the smell of lavender still lingers next to my chair. There are some things one should never sweep under the rug - lavender is one of them.

Here are some pictures that make me smile even when the world says "everything is crazy so you better crawl under the covers and stay there."

 Yesterday, Suzi laid in the middle of the floor, on her back, feet up, ears splayed out, teeth shining like she just came home from the dentist. When I grabbed the camera she knew to wait til I was ready, then, as if on cue, gave me her best, "Cheese" smile.


My blog friend, Wholly Jeanne , posted a picture of her grandcat, Adonis, the other day. It's one of the first things I see when I turn my computer on in the morning. So far it has not failed to make me smile. Sadly the day after this picture was posted, Adonis took ill. It may have been a physical ailment, but something tells me he may have been having an identity crisis.


And then there's Maizey. She can still be a bit of a terror, but has calmed down considerably since Johnson brought her into our home.  Because of the summer heat, Maizey has been left behind when John goes to work.  It's "Grammy's" job to check on her throughout the day, and throw a few balls.  A couple weeks ago she discovered she could swim. On her first jump into the deep end she had to be helped to the side. Now she knows to "go bye-bye" which means swim to the stairs, with one or two balls in her mouth. Every since John was little he's had this thing for animals. It still warms my heart when I see the boy and his dog.

Today I'm grateful for the reminder that all is not dark, that some of the greatest gifts the Divine has given humans are furry, four-legged creatures. May we all be lucky enough to share their company.

Merry ME

2 comments:

martha goudey said...

Our sweet 2-1/2 year-old Australian Shepherd is a laugh a minute. Well, not actually, but she causes me to laugh each day. What a funny, exasperating dog!! I'm glad you, too, are finding comic relief.

Camille Olivia said...

AMEN, SISTER! Those furry critters are some of God's best work! My personal mantra: life without critters isn't worth living. WOOF!!!