Yesterday was definitely a Monday for me. Nothing seemed to work right. It seemed like everything I touched turned bad, quickly. From customers arguing over insurance prices to my computer not wanting to work when all I needed to do was process a simple payment transaction. Not to mention, my bg’s did NOT want to cooperate at all. I normally don’t get upset to the point of wanting to cry, but yesterday almost pushed me to that line. I was so glad to get home and close my eyes just for a little while to escape.

After talking for a little while with my hubby, I held my cat, Lucky. He’s such a good cat. The way we got him wasn’t the normal way of waiting for a momma cat to have kittens or going to get one from the adoption shelter. I was actually leaving work one day and I heard a kitten meowing. I looked, and there was this little kitten, not much bigger than your hand, running up and down Main street, dodging cars. I have never been much of an animal activist or anything, but there was something about that kitten that pulled at my heart. I tried to get him, but he was too scared and was running everywhere looking for a place to hide. After following him through a parking lot of the bank across the street, he hid under a car’s tire. I finally got him out and he was covered in car grease (from the tire, I assume). I took him home and we bathed him and tried to comfort him. He was such a little thing. He shook all night, but he was warming up to us. He found Erik’s tummy to be the best place to sleep! The next day, I took him to the vet and everything checked out okay.

That was about a year and a half ago. He’s now fully grown, and just as cute and sweet (although he is known to test my patience at times!). There’s still something about him that gets to my heart. He always knows when I’m upset. So, yesterday, he must have known I had a bad day. After I picked him up to hold him, he didn’t squirm or anything. He just simply laid his head on my shoulder as if to say, “It’s okay… I’m here now”.