Love For Your Pets - The Kitty Pillow

I feel that most of my posts have been food oriented, so I want to change up a little.  Well, if you consider going back to what I started out doing as changing.

I snapped this photo a few nights ago, and thought it was cute, but it also held something a little stronger.  I don't usually break down photos like this, but I felt like this was was *talking to me*.

If you look at my Daughter, she is no doubt comfortably asleep.  The blue thing you see in the bottom left side of the photo is her *Bunny* that she normally falls asleep with.  On this night she replaced the *Bunny* with the Kitty-Cat.  She claimed this cat as soon as it came into our home, and has loved it and played with it since.  We named the cat, but we always refer to it as "Her Cat".  We see how she interacts with this Kitty-Cat every day.  Everyone here knows how much she loves that cat.  And I think that it is reflected in this picture how much she loves it.  She fell asleep with it instead of her favorite stuffed animal.  For a child her age, that must be love.

Now on the other hand, and what caught my eye was the cat doesn't seem to mind her holding on to him.  He's not asleep, but I think that's from where I was moving around to catch the picture.  But he's not trying to get away from her.  I think it I had been a little more quiet when getting the picture, I may have caught them both asleep.  He's just laying there, seemingly enjoying his affections.  If you were to see the way he acts towards her when they are playing during the day, this picture would explain it all.  My Daughter will pick him up, carry him like a baby, and then play with him.  And he goes along with it.  It almost seems like he understands her affection towards him and reciprocates it back the best he can.

To most people that may read this article, they will see a picture of a girl snuggled up with a Kitty-Cat followed by the ramblings of a madman.  When I see this picture, I see the epitome of love.  People may have many pets during a lifetime.  They may be cats, dogs, birds, fish, or whatever animal suits you as a person.  But it's those special pets you have during that lifetime that make the biggest impact.  Sometimes you come across that one pet that seems like it was meant for you to meet.  Once that bond has been made, that pet is forever a part of your life.  That bond.  That love. That's what is seen in the photo above.

If you are ever capable of having that type of love for an animal, just think if you could love a person the same, if not more.  Try to have that kind of love for your fellow humans and see how much better we could live.  And that my friends, seems like a good note to end on.

Try to practice the love you just read about above.  The best way to start is by doing something nice for someone else.  Pay It Forward.

Something a little different - Don't be scared

I was playing around online today and ended up on a new website.  It's called CreepyFeeling.com.  There isn't a lot on there, but there was an empty section that was asking for true stories.  It made me think about when I was a kid.  There may be ways to explain what happened, but in over 20 years time I haven't come up with anything.  If anyone has any ideas that may explain something mentioned, please share your thoughts and ideas on here and/or at the CreepyFeeling.com site.  So, are you ready to find out what part of my childhood was like?  Here you go...

When I was about 4 or 5 years old, we lived in this 2 story house that was built in the early 1900's.  I never really heard about anyone passing in the home, but I can assure you that many weird things happened in that home.

There was always something knocking on the walls and/or doors.  My parents told of one morning they were awakened by someone beating on the door several times, and each time they answered, no one was there.  This happened a few times in a row that morning.  The last time they checked the door, and saw no one there, they smelled smoke.  Upon tracking down the smell, they discovered an outlet behind the refrigerator that malfunctioned and almost caught fire.  This one, I believe, is the only event I didn't witness first hand.

Aside from the everyday knocks and bangs, there was one thing that made me feel "singled out".  I think I was the only one to experience the "touches".  I don't know of any other way to explain it.  Some nights when I would being laying in bed trying to sleep, I could feel something "tickling" my back and sides.  It was almost like someone was playing with me.  There were times I would be walking through the house and bump into something that wasn't there.  I felt it.  It would sometimes slow me down or stop me even.  Like some sort of imaginary brick wall at times.  Other times it was like bumping into someone at the store when you don't pay attention.

Every once and a while my parents would have friends come over to eat.  I remember a few times when our house was full of people.  On one occasion, we had a full house.  One of the ladies had already gotten her plate of food and asked my Mom when the bread was going to be coming out of the oven.  My Mom just looked at her funny and went back to what she was doing.  She thought the woman was messing with her.  A little more time passed, and the woman asked her again about the bread.  My Mom finally answered her, that there was no bread cooking, in fact the oven had been off for quite some time.  The woman insisted my Mother was playing a joke and went to check the oven for the bread she had been smelling.  She went into the kitchen, saw that the oven was indeed off and cool to the touch.  She opened the door, and found nothing there.  

On the other side of the phantom smells was when all of us would stay away overnight.  We would only experience a certain smell when we would come back home after an overnight stay.  The smell was always of onions and fresh dirt.

As far as things in the house moving, it was quite rare.  The one that sticks out the most would be when my Dad and I were sitting in our living room watching TV.  While we were sitting there the door coming into the living room opened slowly by itself.  We heard the handle turn, and watched it creak open.  We were both shocked at what had happened.  Being just a little kid I didn't know what to do.  I did the first thing that came to mind.  Anytime I left a door opened, I was told to shut it.  So I saw this as my chance, and yelled out, "Shut the door!".  A few seconds went by, and the door started closing even slower than it has opened.  About halfway through shutting the door slammed shut as hard as it could.  The door never moved again on it's own, to our knowledge.  And I never yelled at anything weird in the house again either.  

Like a lot of people today, our TV would come on by itself, change channels, and the sound would go up and down.  The only difference was this was back in the 80's and our TV wasn't remote operated.  You had to pull the knob to turn it on, and push it to turn it off.  If you twist the knob, it would change the volume.  We had the old timey cable box that sat on top of the TV and you had to turn the knob on that to change channels.  The only thing we had with a remote was a VCR.  And somehow the remote kept getting lost and would show up weeks later in a completely different room.

The last thing I want to share is the only "physical" weirdness I witnessed.  It was early one morning.  I was in the living room once again watching my morning cartoons and getting my stuff together for school.  Then it happened.  Right there in the middle of the room.  It looked as if someone had taken a gigantic drag off of a cigarette, and exhaled it right before my eyes.  The white smokey-looking cloud came from nowhere.  It just swirled in from the middle of the room from thin air.  It filled a good portion of the room and then just dissipated back into nothing.  I was speechless because I didn't know what was happening, but I also felt no need to be scared.  It was truly something that has stayed with me through the years.

That house eventually burned down in the early 90's.  Amazingly, we were in the effort of moving into another home on the other side of town.  My Mother and I were staying at the new home the night the fire happened.  My Father was finishing up at work.  No one was in the house.  The gas furnace we had malfunctioned.  The explosion was strong enough to lift over half of the roof off of the second story of the house.  The room that was effected the most was the room my Father would have been sleeping in.  The explosion would have killed him instantly.  

I guess luck was on our side.


Everything mentioned here is true.  I could go into more detail, but then this post would be incredibly long.  I just wanted to get the main points across.  If anyone wants any further information, I'm willing to answer anything I can if it can solve what happened back then.  


I anyone wants to share their stories, you can do so at CreepyFeeling.com and/or below.  I can't wait to read what other's have experienced.


Until we meet again folks, remember to do something nice for someone else.  Pay It Forward