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Those were our foster cats. We took care of Sunshine for about 5 months and Onyx for 4. They were a part of our household. Although we had one foster cat before them, Jasmin was only with us for less than a month.
As a child, my parents insisted that we not get pets. It made me incredibly sad and I never understood why. Today, those feelings are only heightened. Having a pet(or pets) as a child would have been wonderful for me, and for my brothers. So of course, I was excited when Alana proposed fostering cats(all the fun, only part of the responsibility!). Once we got Kyle on board with promises of keeping the house clean and always cleaning up after the cat(which we never really kept to a full extent, but we did improve), we started fostering. It was great. Having pets is everything I dreamed it to be, one of those rare experiences in life that lives up to and exceeds all expectations. I love having a cute cat cuddling up to me just wanting some petting and attention.
After some effort, with Alana attending an "open house" of sorts for cat adoption under the organization People for Animals, we achieved success in getting Onyx adopted on the spot. And two days ago, even Sunshine, our timid little Sunshine, got adopted. This was a great success, mainly due to Alana's campaigning on their behalf. Two black cats getting adopted instead of getting passed on to another foster home or under the People for Animals' roof is a major accomplishment. I am so happy that Fatty and Kitty got adopted and now have forever homes. And so close to us moving. It really is great.
I am sad that they are gone. I miss cuddling with kitties. Being in a long-distance relationship, it is a nice way to show affection for something during away-times(Alana didn't like it very much when I started petting her). I accept that the situation is the best way for things to have gone. The main thing that I feel sad about is that there are other cats out there, cold and mistreated, or both. We did a good thing by being interim caretakers for those cats. But there are more cats out there that need a warm home. And I can no longer provide that. I can't keep a cat in my new place.
So yeah, to those of you out there who can, please foster or adopt animals in need. Because I cannot.
Monday, February 21, 2011
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Success
I'm a grown-up now. I've been one for quite some time but I'm finally owning it. I can feel it everyday, when I walk to work, when I choose to drive out to the mall because there is something I really need in my car(that I chose to buy, went through the loan process and paid off within 10 months). When I applied for my Passport. When I overcame a giant mental block and applied for Journalism School. When I was searching for a new place to live and called apartments and looked at places and did all these things.
People get so whiny all the time about being an adult. Oh bills, oh school is so hard, everything is so much more difficult than it used to be. These choices are beautiful. I came across a lot of things in my life by chance. And some of the best things were just random decisions I made. But these thing are mine, and they have made me into the person I am.
One thing that makes me really happy is where I live. It's a kind of life that I never imagined I could live when I lived with Caitlin and Brent, or in Gladmyr Park. I can just walk around after work. Just walk around downtown and walk here and walk there, and no car necessary, ever. And in spring and summer I could bike here or walk there, whatever I want. It is the kind of life I lived when I was in Montreal, and thought was such an amazing thing. I thought nothing could compare. Perhaps Regina is not as culturally diverse, as French, as socially vibrant. But people can live in a similar fashion in this city. I do have a car, and I use it much more often than I really want to, but I have been advancing on that front with some hard work.
People in Regina are dead-set on the idea of driving everywhere, of living in their certain way and are tied into that mindset. It is frustrating and it pulls me down. I cannot wait for spring, when I can really bike everywhere with no excuses. I am moving away from downtown at the end of February. It will be a test for me. It is a lot easier when you're in the middle of the action to not drive on a regular basis.
Being an adult gives me this choice. I have been changing for the better. It makes me happy. As does buying chocolate milk whenever I want(not too often or else you won't savour it, this is a lesson adult Chelsea had to learn on her own). I am content.
People get so whiny all the time about being an adult. Oh bills, oh school is so hard, everything is so much more difficult than it used to be. These choices are beautiful. I came across a lot of things in my life by chance. And some of the best things were just random decisions I made. But these thing are mine, and they have made me into the person I am.
One thing that makes me really happy is where I live. It's a kind of life that I never imagined I could live when I lived with Caitlin and Brent, or in Gladmyr Park. I can just walk around after work. Just walk around downtown and walk here and walk there, and no car necessary, ever. And in spring and summer I could bike here or walk there, whatever I want. It is the kind of life I lived when I was in Montreal, and thought was such an amazing thing. I thought nothing could compare. Perhaps Regina is not as culturally diverse, as French, as socially vibrant. But people can live in a similar fashion in this city. I do have a car, and I use it much more often than I really want to, but I have been advancing on that front with some hard work.
People in Regina are dead-set on the idea of driving everywhere, of living in their certain way and are tied into that mindset. It is frustrating and it pulls me down. I cannot wait for spring, when I can really bike everywhere with no excuses. I am moving away from downtown at the end of February. It will be a test for me. It is a lot easier when you're in the middle of the action to not drive on a regular basis.
Being an adult gives me this choice. I have been changing for the better. It makes me happy. As does buying chocolate milk whenever I want(not too often or else you won't savour it, this is a lesson adult Chelsea had to learn on her own). I am content.
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