Who Cares About Hairballs?

     It's a dark, dreary, cold morning outside. My alarm begins to chime. I ignore it and begin to pull the covers back up over my head. Moments later, my back-up alarm begins to nudge me in the head; attempting to get me up from the bed. All I can hear is the sounds of purring in my ears. I feel the wet little nose against my face and I begin to smile. Suddenly, I remember that three little kitties are awaiting me to awake. Eventually, I stumble out of bed and rub my eyes. I begin to walk out of the bedroom. Instantly, I feel a squishy, warm mound of mush between my toes. I begin to scream and hop on one foot to the bathroom. All the while, the three amigos are following me to the bathroom in curiosity, wondering what's all the commotion. I stare over at the three musketeers, wondering which one left me a gift of laughter. In some way or the other, these three very different cats have taught me some life lessons.

Don't cry over spilled milk:

Life's to short, take that leap:

No matter who you are, be yourself:



















Despite your differences, love a lot.

Remember to always take some "me" time:

Be the Cat's meow, You got this!!!

It's OK to ask for affection:

No problem is too hard to solve:

Take the time to smell the roses:

 Last but not least.

We are all a little different, 

but we always accept each other for who we are:

Life's Lessons by,
- A.N.T.

A Little Bio About The BOYZ:

Jaguar, Jag for short, is thirteen years old and is considered the wise one among the bunch. He is a very proud kitty and does not hesitate to show his true colors. He likes to be pet on his own terms. He's not a very affectionate cat but when he is, look out. Jag is secretly an outdoor cat too.

Binks a.k.a. Binky, is six years old and has a chronic respiratory problem. He can't even smell. This resilient cat has never allowed his breathing problems to inhibit his daily living. He gets a little short of breath at times, but he still plays like any other kitty. His strength and determination to live life to its fullest is rather refreshing.

Oreo, Orie for short, is seven months old and is the spry one among the bunch. He keeps the other boys young and reminds them of their youth. There is no mountain tall enough for him to leap over. Actually, he keeps the whole household young. Mischief is his game; love and acceptance is his true intentions.

Bloggers Block

     I try to type, but I have lost my soul. I try to express my feelings from the inside but I get writer's block. I take some time to think about how I can get around this all. I want to begin to tell you about my new journey, but I feel there is no where to begin. I could list the facts or just type about my life since the last time I've blogged, but I don't feel ready. So, I turn my memory back to a time in my life that was sad but also, an inspirational time for me.

     I go back as far as six years ago. I lost a soul that not only gave the best hugs, but had took life for what it was worth. He was truly inspirational to his entire family. By his death, I learned he loved poetry. I found it instrumental to me that he left behind not only a loving family but a legacy too. I was inspired. I wanted to start to write poetry too. I did know how to write poetry, nor was I an expertise in the subject. However, I did know that I had profound thoughts that could help me and others as I write. So, I leave all my readers with my latest and greatest poems that I have wrote:

SUICIDE

There's nothing to hide

nor do I pride.

There is no joy

in everyday toys.

There's not enough pills

to get me over the hills.

No matter how hard I try.

So, please don't pry.

You may or may not be there

but I seem not to care.

So, take your box of tissues

and leave me to my issues.

It's by a leap of faith

that I don't misbehave

and turn to the light, 

to embark on my flight.

MY STRIFE

My thinking isn't the same

and I'm feeling a little insane.

All I want to do is cry

but, I'm afraid people may pry.

The truth will remain a mystery

and I'm afraid it will become history.

Please let me feel my freedom

So, I don't become incoherent.

I want to disappear into nowhere

and look elsewhere.

My past will be the past 

and this too shouldn't last.

My future is bright with life

and it's not full of strife.

My thinking isn't the same

and I'm not ashamed.

- A.N.T.