Why I'm here....

Since I've always been quick with an opinion an old friend once lost and again found suggested that perhaps I should share with more people my commentary. Never being one to pass on a challenge I thought I'd give it a whirl.

Thursday, January 22, 2009

It's A Cats Life.

Have you ever wondered what the phrase "It's a cats life" means? Perhaps you've never even heard it, but I have. Sometimes I think what a wonderful life, but then again perhaps not. Cats appear for all outward appearances not to give a "damn" what we humans are doing or what we want. This is my cat "Prissy" or "Ms. Priss". She is chilling on my unmade bed on top of my comforters. She's always been very prim and proper. For a cat that is. So cats put off this persona that they don't need anyone except someone to occasionally open the can of food or change their litter. They lay around in the sun or against the heater. They can sit and give you a look like "yeah, so what". But on the other hand they can also be very loving and my cat along with my dog always greats me at the door when I come home. For me though the past couple of weeks have been very stressful both personally and otherwise. I have been breaking out in little hives or rashes, which we don't know if it was from my blood pressure medicine or if it is just nerves or if something else is going on and my blood pressure has been very high for me. I'm normally not extremely high, but yesterday it was 135/97. Top number not so bad, bottom number... well let us just say I really have to get that down. I don't really feel like stroking out any time in the near future. So perhaps I need to work on being more like my cat. I mean I need to chill out. Of course I'm still walking. I need to do it more than I have been though. Perhaps I could just sit and stroke the cat and relax if life would allow it for a while too. Studies I have read have said that pets help to lower blood pressure and can often help people to live longer. Here's hoping I guess. Either way if outward appearances are all that count, then it really is a cat's life.

1 comment:

ida said...

i got dirty dishes. a computer table full of paper, clothing to fold and some other things. yea, i dont have time to stroke the dog (ummm that did not come out right). but i find time. even thought i cant stand her most of the time. everyday i come home cookie loves me for 15 min or so and runs back to tasha. its nice in a weird way to be greeted with my gosh i missed you wagging of the tail and the kisses. even though i dont care for the dog i do find time to stroke her and love her as long as she permits it. normally tasha is at school. and cookie is just lonely.