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.

|| Squish ||

There's no denying that I love my cat, Sir Papi-pants.  He's all kinds of delicious fluffiness.  I honestly just can't control how much I love him. 

I'm always nom nomming him.  Too delicious with his delicious little face and delicious existence! *salivating*

But there's more to him than he's obvious deliciousness.  *SO DELICIOUS!*

I have countless amounts of people perplexed how I could love a cat so much (society considers dogs as an elite species that is worthy of obsessive human love).  It's honestly a mind boggling thing for them to come to terms with. 

Shame for them really. 

The thing that makes Papi unique to me is that I adopted him as a young adult and he chose me.  I did not choose him. 

Therefore, he knew that special bond we were going to have long before I knew.

Another thing is that I have ME/CFS (Myalgic Encephalomyelitis/Chronic Fatigue Syndrome or possibly Fibromyalgia - these diseases are hard to diagnose) and I find life incredibly difficult.  And he doesn't need excessive amount of attention (even though he loves our walks and will try his very best to get me outside with him).

Also, I am single with no one to fall back on.  It's me, myself & Papi. 

Papi gives me a light at the end of my very bleak black tunnel.  And a love that I never thought I was worthy of due to my illness. 

He gets frustrated that I'm not well and that I spend most of my spare time in bed not spending all my time and energy taking him for walks and adventures, but he gets past it and curls up around my feet as I nap.

He deals with my panic attacks and then indulges me and my manic nom nom kisses as I reach for him for comfort. 

He puts up with my craziness and still loves me. 

And that's pretty much why I will always choose him above everything else! 

There are thousands of cats & dogs (chickens, bunnies, birds etc) that are in desperate need of a loving home.  Please adopt and don't shop.  Rescue an animal that may not see tomorrow.  It's the best decision I have ever made. 

Visit your local rescue centre or RSPCA to find your new best friend.

Expectations vs. Reality

Expectations of life are high.  I have extremely high expectations of my life.  I have yet to reach those expectations... But I shall keep expecting them and then they will become my reality.  That's the dream.

As for Papi cuddles.  I can guarantee you that if I'm sitting on the toilet he's all up there being a smoochie-maroo with his little head bumps and kisses.  I actually look forward to our daily toilet kisses.
It's really hard to describe the kind of feeling you get when you're getting love while on the toilet. 
It's unique and I wouldn't change that little furball for anything!

No! 아니요

No (아니요 - aniyo)  It's probably the first word we all learn.  Would not be surprised if it was my first word and it's a word Papi knows all too well.

But he is this unique little bundle of joy.  He wants his food and will follow me around the house getting under my feet to the point I stand and trip on him all the time. 

But without fail, every single night, I will put his food bowl down... he'll have a sniff and then walk off as if I've given him the most disgusting dinner ever.

Every... single... time..

He will literally almost end my life in the process and then sniff and walk away.

Cats, can't live with them... Can't live without them.

Busy 바쁜

Busy (바쁜 - bappeun) is a word I figured I needed to learn fairly quickly... As I'm always busy, even when I'm not
You see, I'm a procrastinator.  That automatically makes me busy. 
If I say, I did nothing on my day off.  It literally means I've left myself a million and one things to do later... Which then makes me busy, which then makes me tired, which then makes me procrastinate.
It's a sick sad cycle. 
Papi's presence in my life is felt immensely, as I never alone with him around, but the down side is when I need a little bit of help... Well... Yeah, he's never gonna over.