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Thursday, September 30, 2010
Irritants
I really don't understand why people are so self centered.
I don't understand why people are so selfish.
I don't know why I put up with allowing others to affect my inner peace. Afterall, it doesn't matter to them one way or another how I feel. They are only concerned with themselves, of themselves and for themselves.
I really wish I could just slap them silly.
I don't understand why people are so selfish.
I don't know why I put up with allowing others to affect my inner peace. Afterall, it doesn't matter to them one way or another how I feel. They are only concerned with themselves, of themselves and for themselves.
I really wish I could just slap them silly.
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Bandit
He walked tentatively into the office. He wasn't sure if she would try and pick him up ... again. He loved her dearly but her desire to pick him up all the time was quite irritating. "Why are humans so needy??" he thought. "Why can't they just feed me and play when I want to play?" he wandered further into the room. She didn't know he was there so he settled under one of the chairs and began to clean himself. "It's nice here," he thought again, "I really like this home and I'm so lucky to be safe and taken care of and able to wander where ever I want, ~~~~~within reason of course."
He was ten years old and still quite healthy thanks to her. She always made sure that he was taken to that horrible place with all the barking and meowing and needles and cold hands. But it always turned out ok and he always felt a burst of energy in the days that followed those visits.
He was ten years old and still quite healthy thanks to her. She always made sure that he was taken to that horrible place with all the barking and meowing and needles and cold hands. But it always turned out ok and he always felt a burst of energy in the days that followed those visits.
Monday, September 27, 2010
Bandit That's Me
Bandit's my cat. I love him. He's my life right now and has been through so much of my life with me. Yes he's getting older...(10) and I wish he had the ability to live as long as I do but I know that someday he will be gone and I will probably still be around. That will be a day of mourning. Why is it that our pets can be so important in our life and why do we love them so much. I think I know.
They are important because they are innocent. They don't know what we are saying or what evil or maliscious intent lies just ahead in that other yard or over that hill or across the street or in the street where the cars sometime speed by. They are innocent creatures that have been intrusted to us. Our job is to care for them and to protect them.
They are important because they do not judge us like people judge other people. They don't criticize like people criticize other people. They don't insult or belittle or mentally abuse us as humans are so fond of doing at times.
Our animals, our pets are simple. They are not complex, they do not need anything other than to be fed (now we've made them dependent on us for that), and companionship and love.
Simple, just simple...isn't that how we wish life was sometimes? Simple. Simple and peaceful with love, care, respect.
That's why I love Bandit. Those are only some of the reasons but they are very important reasons.
Monday's
This is rediculous. I thought this was a good idea and now I am not sure. I mean, I love writing, but I'm having a hard time beginning this process. So perhaps I should not begin at all.
Good bye.
Good bye.
Sunday, September 26, 2010
The Beginning
This is my first blog ever in life. My very first one. I have so much to talk about but I don't feel like I can begin so I will just begin by saying. This is my first blog ever in life. My very first one.
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