She's a total nut case (YES! I'm talking about me).............................



Just as you all knew would happen from the moment I first talked about him, I am head over heals in love with Fred. Miss Princess and the Pea calls Mr. Freddy Boy when she is heading to bed, and he heeds the call and follows me downstairs to "HIS" spot on the end of the bed... ON MY SIDE! And for the record... I don't share my bed with just anyone, only my special fellows...



About three in the afternoon yesterday I realized that I had not seen Fred in a while. Ya! I should have named him Tom (as in Tomin around), as much of a wanderer that the boy is. I keep an arsenal of kitty treats around for moments like these as a shake or two is all it takes to bring all three cats running. When only two cats showed up, I took to the streets. Ten minutes later I was consoling myself with thoughts of, "Not all relationships are meant to last," and, He'll never be as spoiled in his new home as he was here."



My youngest offered much sympathy and comforting words, "You know how he is. He will be back when it's time to eat. He isn't gone, gone, just away for the moment." Things like that.



I can't help it, this kindness puts me right into high ego alert and I jump right into prime victim roll. "All I ever did was give the best I had to offer to that cat and THIS is how he repays me? I gave him the best moments of my days, not to mention the end of my bed, and he just ups and leaves? What's that about?" And when the anger leaves, the lines turn to, "What will I do without him? My Freddy Boy, Poor Freddy Boy." All my youngest kept saying was, "OH! Mommy!" Leaving me to interprute that line in any way I needed to find comfort.



Now I hope you all know that while these words REALLY did come out of my mouth, and I REALLY was allowing myself to feel these victim feelings and become this roll, I WAS PLAY ACTING! REALLY, I was. But I gotta say that acting or not, playing the victim felt good somehow. My ego LOVED it, L-O-V-E-D it! When my youngest went to see her last client of the day and I requested in a sad little voice, "As you're driving, keep your eye out for any little gray spots so I can scrape Fredddy up and give him a proper burial (God! I am scaring my loved ones for life aren't I?), her response was the sweetest ever. She said, "Don't worry mommy, I will manifest Fred back for you while I am gone." (How many of you are right now thinking how powerful I am to have brought my entire family into my warped way of thinking???)



About fifteen minutes after she left, I was working on final dinner prep and Emma (our Jack Russell) started barking at the door like a maniac. Okay, this is not that unusual and usually means there is a squirril or neighbor dog she wants to go after, but when I went to let her out I saw nothing and yet she was insistant with the barking. I opened the door, and like a flash she was out and headed to the tall grass under the bird feeders. When she arrived, to my total amazement up popped Fred. He flopped over onto his belly, and Emma gave him a warm, licking of a greeting as if to say, "Welcome back old buddy. We've missed you," then high-tailed it back up the porch to me to get her well deserved atta-girls and thank you strokes for having rescequed Fred from a life on the steets.



What? You don't think Emma read my mood/behavior and was concerned about me and Fred? You don't think she was barking because she was on the look out for him and finally spotted him? You don't think that animals can make that kind of connection with people, understand the energy their people are giving off, and offer whatever comfort and support they have within them?



I do! And so it is...