Cherished Moments: Samia

I noticed that many people used the month of November for giving thanks to the things in their life.  A person battling any type of mental health issue is thankful for the strength to just get out of bed each day.

On that note, I am using the month of December for a time of reflection on the daily blessings.  These are the daily things that I have recognized as my joy; happy moments that I cherish.  Consider this my journal for this month.  On my blog site www.reflectionswithrhonda.com and last blog "Holidays and Depression", I wrote about my experience with Lupus and mental health issues.  My psychotherapist suggested I keep a journal on the moments of joy so that feeling can be recreated.

Journal Entry:  December 1, 2012

Do you see the lump in my bed? Samia was not happy about me getting motivated this morning. First she moved from my side to the end of the bed. She was a little flustered when she realized I was going to make the bed. So she thought she would impede my progress.

Secret about Samia: she loves to cuddle; messy, snuggling beds are her favorite.

Now she is trying to tempt me to lay down with her. She is purring, giving me the content half-eyes, reaching for me, and rolling around. She is so adorable. I remember not being able to sleep or wake up in the middle of the night because I didn’t have her next to me. I would get up and look for her. On a few of those occasions she managed to sneak outside, otherwise she was trapped in a cabinet or garage. Now she is strong enough to escape a cabinet.

If you haven’t guessed, Samia is my shadow. She follows me from room to room, speaks when she wants to be picked up, will inform me when she wants to play and cuddle with me. Whenever I am laying down she is my accessory. You will find her laying on my chest, across my neck, my back, side or across my leg.   Mr. Man says it is a darn shame that I have my furbaby spoiled like that.

When she is feeling fiesty Mr. Man steps into the daddy role and he takes the bites. He used to put on a glove when she was a kitten; those baby teeth are sharp. Lol

Every now and then you will see her cuddling with James. His bed is usually messy and he sleeps in. She likes the grandkids when they are sleeping. I love my furbaby and am truly blessed to have her.

I have been in love with Samia since the day I seen her picture with her siblings.  She is the one looking directly at the camera.  I went that following Saturday and purchased her from a fantastic breeder; she was well taken care of.  I even met her parents.

The day we brought her home she crawled right onto my neck: her favorite hangout.  She would crawl into the pocket of my hoodie, any bag, purse, or space she could fit into.  She was disappointed when she grew so big that she could no longer fit into a 12-pack.

She enjoys watching me in the kitchen and if it is something she is really curous about, she tried to get her nose right into it.  I can't even count the number of times I have had to remove her from the countertop just so I could get a meal prepared.  She had the never to run off with a piece of fish from the sink where it was soaking; attempting to eat it through the packaging.  Can't turn your back on her for a moment.

One of the craziest moments was a day when I needed a real nap; no cuddling.  I shut my bedroom door and the connecting bathroom door.  This little girl was in a fit.  She cried at the door, reached her paws under the door trying to open it, kept hitting the door stopper to make that awful noise, and even jumped at the door handle to try and open the door.  After 20 minutes of repeating this behavior at both doors, she finally went somewhere else to lay down.

After my nap I went to speak with my son and Samia was in his room ignoring me.  She even turned her back to me.  I picked her up and tried to show her I wasn't mad at her and that I loved her.  She just kept trying to get out of my arms.  I put her down and didn't pay her any attention - she did not like that. She marched back over to me and demanded to be picked up.  I petted her, she kept her back to me and refused to purr.  I set her down and she turned her back to me and kicked her back feet as if she was covering up her poop!  We cracked up laughing.  However, as soon as I walked up the stairs, guess who followed and wouldn't leave my side?

How many others love their furbaby’s as if they were your child?