Monday, July 29, 2013

happiness = a room full of kittens

Left to Right: Kelso, Kennedy, Kavan, Keegan
This year, I've been trying to bring more of what makes me happy into my life. One thing that has always made me happy is being around cats. I was a cat lady from a young age, from my very first cat (Boo-Boo) who brought years of happiness to my life and was literally rescued out of a tree by a local fireman (just like in books!) to my most recent cat (Jade) who had to move in with her grandmother due to my new boyfriend (now husband) being terribly allergic to her. I'm still not sure I made the right choice. Jade would have made a wonderful life partner. OK, I'm almost completely joking.

Given my hubs' allergies, we can't keep a cat. From time to time, I look at my two wonderful dogs and wish they'd purr. So, when I was given the opportunity to foster kittens (kittens small enough to stay in one confined area), I jumped on it. As most of you know, we purchased a house that is much bigger than we need right now. That means that we have a completely empty bedroom far away from any living space. Or, we did until it became the cat room.

I turned an empty bedroom into a cat paradise overnight and welcomed four 10-week old kittens into our home. For three weeks, I got up at the crack of dawn (a huge feat for me) to clean their litter box and whatever messes they'd made, feed them and play for a while before going to work. I drove home during lunches to let them climb on me and purr. I spent time in the evening with them, discovering each of their personalities. I found happiness in that room full of kittens.

Luckily, two of the kittens found good homes. The other two (Kelso and Keegan) are still patiently waiting while living in the free roaming cat room at the shelter. We'll be bringing a new litter into our home soon. While we can't keep them into adulthood, it is nice to watch them grow and have them be a part of our lives, even if only for a short time. Many people have told me fostering the kittens was such a nice thing to do. I tell them that it was a purely selfish endeavor. For me, happiness can be as simple as a room full of kittens.

Tuesday, July 16, 2013

Pow! Pow!

Most of you know that I support strict gun control measures. I've been pretty vocal about that fact. Guns have never been a part of my life. But, about a year ago, a good friend of mine brought up the fact that we can't be against something we've never touched. Fear based on ignorance that leads to anger is something I despise, so we decided we were going to shoot some guns! We bought a Groupon for time at a shooting range and put off using it for a year. Yes, a year. The Groupon would have expired today. So, we used it on Sunday.

Yep, this photo sums it up.
I was terrified to say the least. My parents didn't even let my me and my brother own toy guns. BB guns were unheard of and ever touching a pistol seemed ridiculous. But, yet, there I was, being taught to load a gun while armed men stood shooting just feet away. After I'd asked if we could get targets that didn't look like people (the answer was no) and listened intently to the safety tips that my friend's good friend taught us, I was ready to fire the gun.

Even though I was wearing safety goggles, I didn't bother to ask why so I was more than a little shocked when a shell casing hit me in the face the first time I fired. But, I was able to hit the shoulder on my first try and the chest on my second try. I was proud, even though I yelled "Sorry, paper man!" more than once.

It was a good experience, and I'll probably go shooting again. I haven't changed my political stance on guns, but I am happy that I now know how to use one responsibly if the need ever arises and understand why so many people love the sport of shooting.