>Well it’s official- my little family is now as American/Apple Pie as you can get. This past weekend we got a cat. This bumps our count up to 6: Steve (Daddy), Me (Momma), Bailey (little one), Riley (Beagle), Jeopardy (goldfish), and now Patience (cat). Steve says all we need now is a bird and ferret and then our collection will be complete. I would say yes to all that, but then we’d obviously have to get a lizard or snake so as to not leave out the reptile family and that’s where I’d have to draw the line – ha ha!
So how did our new addition get such a weird name like Patience? And no- I’m not trying to be like the posh celebrities who name their offspring after fruit and dangerous New York burroughs- but there is a story behind the name.
We decided a couple of months ago that we’d get Little One a cat for Christmas (she was a very good girl this year), and being the procrastinators that we are, we waited till Christmas Eve to do the job. Well my biggest concern was about finding a cat that
liked tolerated children. While at the shelter perusing the aisles of cages, a brown and white furrball kept meowing at us, and so we decided to get him out to play. I immediately knew he was the one for us when Bailey hugged him with her kung-fu death grip and all he did was purr contently. Ahhhhh!!! We found a winner!
So we took his card up to the front desk and started the adoption process. Halfway through all the paperwork the office lady realized a mistake: the cat was chipped but they had forgotten to call the owners. They told us that if we wanted the cat we’d have to wait another week and that was only if the owners didn’t reclaim him. I was so disappointed!
Now usually when my mind is made up and I want something, I get very tunnel visioned and determined and don’t stop until I get what I’m after. That can be both a good quality and a not-so-good quality. hee hee 🙂 But for me to just leave and not go find another cat somewhere else, well that was kind of unusual. It’s just that something inside kept telling me to wait, to be patient. Several times throughout the next week Steve brought up the idea of driving to another shelter and looking at cats, but I kept saying no- we had already found our cat and he was waiting for us.
Well as soon as the adoption date arrived, I drug Steve and Bailey out of the house early that morning so that we’d be first in line to adopt him. I was actually worried someone else might take him! Nevermind the fact that there’s never a line for adopting adult cats at a shelter! poor little guys 😦 But anyways- he was there and so we brought him home! yayyyy!!!
Later on that day I went on a run and I was thinking a lot about the New Year and stuff like that. I’m not one to really make resolutions about changing lifestyle habits – (I’ve accepted my house being cluttered and I’ve come to grips w/those last 5 pounds. Well…..almost. hee hee) – but lately I’ve started to realize what an impatient person I can be. Like I said, when I want something, I work hard and go after it and usually get what I want. Although such behavior can nurture a strong work ethic, it can also lead to impatience and a need for instant gratification.
And the worst part is that when I do get impatient and find things aren’t going my way as quickly as I’d like for them to or just the way I want them to, I usually end up lashing out on the people who mean the most to me- namely my hubby and family. Isn’t that horrible?!!? These are the people who I treasure more than anything on this earth and yet they can so easily become the targets of my frustrations! So I’m really trying to work on that- work on being patient and taking a deep breath- and more importantly, allowing God to handle everything and to handle it all in His perfect timing.
This also means that I need to be more patient with myself. As much as I get stressed and take it out on others, I am ten times worse on myself. I am slowly learning about the person God has created me to be, and I easily get down on myself when I feel like I’m not where I should be. But just as I should allow grace and patience with others, I should also allow it for myself. So that’s my goal- more patience and grace – for others and for myself. Geez……I thought this post would be all about kitty cats and look where I go wandering??? ha ha! The detours my mind takes……
Anyways – it’s my idea that that when I look at my sweet brown and white cat, and when I say his name, I will remember my goals. We’ll see how it goes! Enjoy the pics of our cute Mr. Patience……he’s curled up purring next to me right now……I love it!
By the way, Bailey absolutely ADORES Patience. It’s funny because she doesn’t have any habits like sucking her thumb or carrying around her blanket or anything, but one cute little trait she has is that when she finds something soft (like a sweater or blanket) she will completely nose-dive and bury herself in it and wallow around on it for a while. It’s so cute!! Well Patience is basically just another soft thing for her to nuzzle in. She literally lays on top of him and rubs her face on his fur. And he takes it. Somewhat willingly. ha ha! We seriously could not have picked out a better cat for our rough and tumble family!