Kitten Little

Hubby and I caved….we adopted a kitten. We saw his social media advertisement from the local rescue and immediately knew that come the end of July, we were adopting. Kitten Little is a male, very vocal, little tuxedo who is absolutely fearless around our older cat, who we will call Godzilla, and loves his cuddles He did not give one iota that our older male cat is the size of a small dog and didn’t want anything to do with him. Kitten Little just cuddled up right next to him and purred. He adores being held, scratchies of every sort, and comes to wake us up with sweet nose boops and kisses. He wants all the attention all the time and is absolutely smitten with the hubby. His only downside is the yowling and harassment over food. If his bowl is perceived as empty, his world is ending. So when the sky is falling, we pick his bowl up off the floor, give it a shake, and give it back.
Godzilla is not impressed with this rugrat, but after his nasty bout with pancreatitis he has warmed up. He is still not fond of “play time” but is a willing snuggle buddy and grooming partner when asked.
Kitten Little enjoys his “cronchy” toy ( red and green crinkly thing ) and is a sucker for hair bands. We caught him opening the top drawer of our bathroom and stealing one during a decontamination shower, last month. I think he forgot where they are kept because he hasn’t attempted a robbery in couple of weeks. Good thing, too. Much like me, that drawer keeps coming apart and I don’t think it can hold any more weight than what it already contains.

Kitten Little appeared right when we needed him to help lighten our lives. My health took a dive and started to repeat symptoms that were present earlier this year that we prayed would never come back in their full intensity. Like before, nothing I did for emotional self management had any effect and my physical pain started to become too much. I knew there something else going on. There was nothing wrong with my AVE or my VieLight unit, and the breathing techniques weren’t cutting it. The reason why I couldn’t quell the cascade of negativity was because I was spiking fevers again. You can integrate trauma but not inflammation, or pathogens. Talking positive and doing something cheerful is not going to make my infection go away. I sucked it up and contacted my medical doctor instead of my therapist.
Healing and wellness is a complicated journey. If your coping mechanisms aren’t working, it may not necessarily be the tools you’re using. Please make sure to continue to evaluate your physical health as it has a direct impact on your psycho-emotional well being. It’s not “all in your head” all the time.