Do you ever feel so tired that you just can't muster the energy to do what you intended to do?
More importantly, do you reach out for help and support when you need it?
I'm exhausted right now and I have a blog to write. And, I'm asking for support and it's showing up from the most unlikely source. My cat Maitri has offered to write my blog for me, and I have accepted. One thing you should know - she calls me by my nickname, Nettie.
Over to you, Maitri.
Thanks Nettie. By the way, this blog is dedicated to Zoe, who loved Annie and Craig with all her heart. You are missed!
Ok. Think 2012. Middle East. Doha, Qatar. The hot desert. Where I was a little baby kitty, all on my own. Someone was kind enough to rescue me and get me to the vet for care and fostering. Thankfully, I was socialized early enough in my life that I could be offered for adoption.
Nettie likes to tell the story of how I literally fell into her hands that day. She had brought in her other cat, Lucy (a beautiful and shy but sweet tuxedo kitty), adopted a week previously, for her follow up checkup.
As Nettie passed the cage I was in, the latch opened all on its own (ok, it may have had something to do with me pushing on it from the inside - I'm quite clever). I started to tumble out, and she instinctively reached to catch me in her hands. I was so tiny at the time it was a perfect fit.
All she had to do was look at me, my one blue and one hazel eye staring back at her brown eyes. She took in my adorable face and completely white fur, and these words came out of her mouth with a loving smile:" Oh, you are definitely coming home with me."
And I did. That day!
Lucy, decidedly unhappy with my arrival, stayed behind a curtain for the first twenty four hours. Eventually she found that we could share the same space and even showed me the ropes a bit.
I had found my forever home.
One thing Nettie noticed straightaway was that I didn't respond to sounds like normal kittens. So she did a little testing, like calling my name and clapping her hands. No reaction. At my follow up appointment with the vet, her suspicions were confirmed.
I was deaf. Nettie said, "Oh, she'll never hear me call her name." And the vet said, "That's ok. She'll be able to read lips." Silly vet.
But Nettie was a bit sad, because she purposely had chosen the name Maitri, which is a Sanskrit word meaning unconditional loving kindness. And now I would never hear it.
She decided to write a poem in her journal about her feelings and experience:
I adopted a kitty - named Maitri
A sweet little white ball of fur
Unconditional loving kindness
Is what I had in mind for her
Her eyes, one blue and one hazel
Search my eyes and connect, so I think
With deep concentration she watches
Then pokes mine before I can blink
I'm sad as I think of her deafness
She'll never know to come when I call
Yet now as I cry in my grief-ness
She appears, loving kindness and all
Her playfulness-goofiness delight me
It's so good to laugh out loud
Her softness and tinyness quiet me
She's Maitri, loving kindness avowed
Isn't that cool? That I don't have to hear my name to be my name?
There's so much more I want to share with you, but Nettie really wants to get to bed. So I'll wrap it up with two calls to action for all humans who are reading this:
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