Little Miss Sunshine

While a majority of my days are actually pretty good and I don't find myself feeling down lately, there's still those days where I just want to throw my hands up, throw myself in bed, and never wake up again. I'm not only talking about work days; everybody gets tired of their works sometimes. I don't care how much you love your job; you just can't deny that there are days where work is the last place you want to be. It's just part of human nature. Some of the days off that I have, I just want to throw my hands up and say "Forget it, guys. I'm out of here" .... but you know what, even when I do have those awful days, there is one special little ray of sunshine that I can always count on to be there for me no matter what I say or do, and as silly as this is going to sound, it is my cats.

Shown above one of my sweet babies - Cheshire

My cats greet me at the door whenever I come home. I don't know if it's part of their grand-master escape plan or what, but it really cheers me up when I see my cats at the door there waiting for me. They all line up on the kitchen counters just inside and look at me with those cute kitty eyes and meow and want me to scratch them and pet on them, and I just love to hear them purr. I know, I know - it's not exactly the hot wife cooking dinner saying 'welcome home, sweetie' but it's close enough.

And it isn't like my partner Felicia doesn't do that. After I hang my coat and backpack off and find her wherever she is, I'm normally greeted with "hey babe, how was your day?" which is really special all on its' own.... but... humans have tiffs and humans generally hold grudges for a little while. So while I can count on Felicia's welcome-home greeting about 90% of the time, my little ray of sunshine comes from the cats - it's that unconditional pet-and-owner love

That's not to say that pets and their owners don't get into tiffs. I'm observant with my cats enough to know that each one has their own quirks and habits and routines; they don't like for them to be messed up any more than I like any of my routines messed up. For example....

Cheshire does NOT let anyone pet or brush her tummy. If you try, she will yell and sink teeth into you.

Cassie does NOT like any other cats napping in her chair. She won't fight them, but she will be vocal.

Shorty MUST have treats before bedtime. Otherwise, he'll chew plastic and make himself barf out of spite.

Gomez will NOT be satisfied unless both mamas (Felicia and me) are petting him when he announces himself. Otherwise, he will meow over and over and over until he does get your attention.

.... so yeah, they all 'get revenge' one way or another, but in the end, they still run and greet me at the door. Not all of them at once, but at least one of them.... never fails.... every day :)