As I sat at the typewriter this morning, preparing to write a sappy story about the animals who have come into my life and rescued me, I was distracted by strange sounds and flashes in my peripheral vision. It could be a stroke, but more likely it's the crazy creatures with whom I live. It's impossible to be serious around here! It's too much like the monkey house at the zoo!
The serious moment, about which I was going to write, came last night as I was saying goodnight to everybody. Jack and Rooney sleep in our room but the cats have the run of the house. Remember, I must count cats before I go to bed. Baby Dash is still sleeping in his condo, until I think he is no longer a danger to himself. From what I understand about Abys, that may never happen.
As I went around telling everybody goodnight and I love them, I noticed Fancy sitting by the front door, staring out. My first thought was, "Crap! Is something out there?" When I turned on the porch light and nothing was there, my second thought was, "Crap, he wants to leave!" He was probably just looking at his reflection in the glass, but I am an odd duck, and have a tendency to project my own feelings onto others. I burst into tears! I immediately worried he thought he was being replaced. Funny that I didn't worry about that when Finn and Chance arrived. But somehow, this new little arrival is different. He has a BIG personality. And he has already claimed me as his person. He head butts anybody trying to get near me. And he really doesn't like it when I'm holding someone else.
Case in point. I am sitting at the kitchen table, trying to type. Fancy was lying on the floor next to me. Out of nowhere, Dash came flying into the kitchen and pounced on Fancy, sending him into midair. Now, Fancy is huge compared to the tiny monster, so he could inflict some damage. He didn't. He will someday if the surprise attacks continue.
So, Fancy and I had a moment last night. I held him and told him I love him now and forever. Nothing will change that. Fancy is my soul mate. I love all of the creatures in this house equally. But Fancy has a special place. He's not my "favorite," he's my lifeline. Like Penny was the lifeline for six year old me when I lost my beloved grandmother to cancer. And Poco was the lifeline for 50 year old me when I lost my job - and my identity - in one fell swoop. I have been blessed in life with these "angels" that have rescued me from despair.
Okay, so I did wax melodramatic after all. Let me change things up a bit. I have been trying to write, while all around me bizarre things are happening. Here's a play by play:
Cats have been flying past and (literally) through the air! I heard a tinkling sound on the tile and recognized it as Dash's feathers-on-a-stick that he loves. He always manages to find it and pulls it down from its hiding place! Then I heard the sound of the wooden ends of the blind cords hitting the window. I can see him in the family room getting ready to pounce on somebody. Now he's in a box attacking Chance. He just stopped for a moment and made eye contact. I'm pretty sure he wants to make sure I'm still here, ready to rescue him from a pissed off sibling. That happens quite often. Poor little Chance found a wayward feather and was enjoying playing with it, until little brother jumped on him and took "his" feather back! After all, it was on his toy to begin with.
I've seen this action played out on many playgrounds over the years.
Despite my best efforts, I spent too many years alone and inside my head to not go back there sometimes. But I'm learning to laugh and see the funny stuff outside of my little bubble. I know this Aby has come into my life to help me do just that. The "Greater Power" has always known precisely when to send a little emissary just when I need them.
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