Monday, June 14, 2010
Sunny day today!
Karma has been at her post at the window--CatTV time.
Well, I'm finally getting to a blog. Just took a day off. :)
Didn't go help Leah with her hair on Saturday night. She was tired from being outside working all day with the landscaping, never put the henna night in her phone...so she forgot all about it. Probably do it this coming weekend.
But tonight after Leah gets off work we are going over to the natural pet food place and maybe to Target, if we have enough time. We're going to pass on Tochi's since that is farther away and Dagan and Leah are invited to dinner tonight, so we don't have a lot of time. But Miss Karma will get some kind of cat food for her treat jars tonight--hehe!
This is going to sound really weird--but--I had a strange dream about Miss Karma this morning. That she was someplace when she was a kitten where she knew she wasn't wanted. A young girl had her (probably wanted to keep her from a litter--didn't get the feeling she'd ever lived anywhere else) and the dad was really upset about the girl having the kitten--and he kicked Karma and knocked her around--even threw her. She was always hungry and couldn't get enough to eat. The girl, who Karma liked and was the only person who was nice to her, and the mom eventually left her at the pet shop. After a week, she came here with me.
I never thought of Karma being kicked and hit. I always thought somebody must have stepped on her hard by accident some time--but it never occurred to me that she could have been treated so badly--on purpose. It never crossed my mind that somebody could have kicked her or thrown her across the room! I suppose that could make sense, tho. She was a bit older--10 weeks old--when she came to the pet shop. She came alone--no siblings. And I found out she had parasites--so she really was always hungry no matter how much she ate (and she felt awful).
Karma was meant to come and live with me. She purred and purred when I held her at the pet store. Odd that she seemed so relaxed and was such a sprawler even then. But--she hadn't ever been hurt at the pet shop that week she was there. I think she felt fairly safe there.
She may not trust anyone else, but she at least basically trusts me. She knows I love her. It makes a little more sense to me now how she could become antisocial, fearful loud noises, fixated on food, watchful of everything I do, doesn't like to be picked up, and even where that devil side of her comes from--hehe!
I know. Weird, eh? Odd that I'd have this dream now when she's over five years old? Well, my Karma will get her fake cat treats again tonight. ;)
"Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around."