7/19/2016 0 Comments CatsTime is literally standing still this two week wait. I could’ve sworn yesterday was long enough to count for three days. I had a lot of work last week and very little this week. I feel like every second of every day I am completely consumed by thoughts of pregnancy or lack of pregnancy. I cannot turn off my brain. I can’t read. I can’t pay attention to the TV. It’s all consuming – especially when I’m by myself.
My cats are the best. We have three cats. Our oldest is Momo. She’ll be six this summer. She is gray and white and very regal. She believes the purpose of humans is to feed her and let her in and outside. Occasionally, she graces us with her presence. River is our middle child. We adopted her when she was six months old after our cat POTUS snuck outside and never returned. River will be three this summer. She’s an elegant tuxedo with the most symmetric white mustache and the longest tail. Her hobbies include belly rubs, spooning, and hiding from little brother. She is the sweetest cuddle cat. She never gets into trouble or does anything wrong. And then there’s our baby, Maxwell. This past November I saw his picture online and just knew I had to have him. He’s a black/white mask and mantle kitty with the most stunning face. The black wraps around his white face like a big grin. There was something about his face that I just had to have. I thought to myself if I can’t have a human baby, then I could have this baby kitty. A few days later, I volunteered at an adoption outing with our local SPCA. I kept watching him the whole time. He was too funny. I am shocked no one adopted him that day. After sending multiple pictures and text messages and talking about him constantly, my husband finally gave in to my heart’s desire about a week later. I never thought we would have three cats. I never even really thought we would have two cats. Now here we are with a crazy cat lady starter pack. He was a wild and rambunctious four pound kitty. He climbed the curtains, ran around the house like he was in a NASCAR race, and terrorized his new sisters. Now he is almost 11 months old. Still wild, but a little calmer and around 15 pounds. I have never seen any cat love toys like this one. He has one special toy that is his clear favorite (aside from a fresh, new Q-tips). He always carries it around the house and even brings it to bed to sleep with it every night. Since we’ve started fertility treatments Maxwell has been so sweet. Every time I come home from the doctor’s office he Velcros himself to me. If I start to spontaneously cry he always runs to me and cuddles very close to my side, refusing to leave. Yesterday, was exceptionally bad for some reason. I couldn’t stop thinking about being pregnant or not being pregnant. I decided I would force myself to take a nap to make the day go by faster. I went to bed and River wanted to cuddle. Maxwell was on my feet. River decided to leave and Maxwell went down the stairs. He quickly returned with his favorite toy and laid it by my side and then returned to my feet. I swear he thought his toy would cheer me up. So I cuddled with his toy and took an almost 3 hour nap until my husband came home. Maxwell never left the bed until he heard my husband’s car in the driveway. Last night, I could not sleep. Turns out a 3 hour nap in the evening is not a good way to make the day pass faster. Momo even decided to get into to bed to let me pet her. Maxwell of course, was on my feet. Momo eventually left, but Maxwell stayed. I tossed and turned and tossed and turned. Maxwell never moved. I even got out of bed once to use the bathroom. Maxwell was still there when I returned. He would occasionally resituate himself, but he never left. Even now as I type, Maxwell is by my side with his front paws resting on my leg. I think as you get older, but especially in times of crises, you find the little things in life really are the big things. I’m not sure what I believe in anymore but, I do know that Maxwell was truly meant to be in our lives. I’m so glad we found him because I don’t know how I would get through this time in my life without him. As Charles Dickens once wrote, “What greater gift than the love of a cat.”
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