Filthy... So Dirty

It's that time of year where the sun shines, the flowers bloom and the birds sing. It's spring time again! Yays!  It's my favorite time of the year because I see my plants starting to grow and bloom and I can sit in the sun.  I love sitting in the sun. And the special bonus is hanging out with Papi outside. We go for walks.  It's nice ^.^

During winter I kept Sir Papi-pants indoors to help minimize his asthma attacks (yes cats get asthma... Crazy! I know) 

Now that the weather is warmer I've been letting him outside occasionally.  He loves being outside.  And the first thing he does is run to the dirt lane way and roll around smooshing glorious dirt into his fur.  He literally changes color from all the dirt he's smooshed in. 

Most of his Instagram pics are of him rolling/sitting/lying in dirt.  He loves it that much.

I don't like it so much.  It dries my hands out and I hate dry hands.  Plus all the dirt he drags into the house.  I don't like cleaning.  

But he's happy so I don't stop him, as you can see in my previous blog post.

Who I Am

Yesterday was the day that my life changed forever... I became who I always said I was going to be.  But up until now, I didn't really believe it would happen.  I always had this doubt lingering over my head that it would be so very different. But here I am, today, the woman that I am meant to be.

This isn't some over night change, some New Years resolution. This is much greater than that. It's far greater than me. The universe has the controls and it is driving me towards my destiny. It's what the universe has planned for me. I cannot fight it. It has been priming me for this exact day. This day of one's true identity.  My true purpose.

I am... Who I am... Today.

I had an image of myself where the neighbor kids stood at my fence telling tales of a jilted heart of the woman in the haunted house.  They would stare wide eyed in fear, the wind would gently carry the sounds of rustling leaves, the gate banging against the fence, peculiar cat murmurs.  And yet, one brave soul picks up a stone and tosses it at one of the sleeping cats sprawled out in that warm afternoon sun. It shrieks, hisses and in a low meow, growls in disgust... The door creaks... Their eyes widen, but they do not move, as if their last breath was about to be made.  I creep from the door incomprehensibly shrieking, shaking my finger as I push past a clowder of cats. Determined, I make heed towards those wicked neighbor kids.  The kids scream in absolute terror running in every direction away from my cat infested house.  Satisfied with my triumph, I weave my way back to the porch.  A cat in hand, I turn my old haggard face to the setting sun and squint.  The majestic creatures I protect surround me.  And all thats left is this, a frightening portrait of myself with my many cats.

Yes, that is me.  In... Well... Maybe the not so distance future. 

I am the cat lady. The lady who wondered how she ever lived without this perfect being who stands proud in front of her. This being that meows for her undivided attention.  This being is her perfection.