Yesterday when my blood pressure hit the ceiling after an exchange with one of my neighbors, this cute little guy, Rusty, must have looked right into my Heart and said, “Drats! Mom’s Heart needs to smile. Let me see what I can do!”
Mind you, Rusty normally does not sit in this tower just posing for me. He had me smiling in a split moment when I saw the merriment in his eyes as he sat smack right next to this stuffed animal. My Heart hanging so low lost its heaviness. Come on! How could it not smile?
And yes, Dan, I said to myself, “I’ve just got to get that picture!” But of course!
Now some of you more curious minded might be asking what made my blood pressure boil? Good question. You honestly want to hear about what happened? Then let me do my utmost to do so briefly and without judgment.
I supply the food for the 3 barn cats who live next door to us. After seeing how badly these cats’ health were effected by the complete junk they were being fed, I stepped in and said I would buy food for them. There was no argument that ensued. And there was no offer to pay for or help pay for the food either. The food we buy is expensive consisting of excellent quality.
So I have been keeping a 10-pound bag in the barn, a quarter filled with cat food. That bag I place inside a good quality plastic container to maintain freshness that hubby bought. And then that container I put inside a barrel so that the coons will not get at the food. Every time the food runs low the owner leaves the container out for me. I would see it when I go over to change water in water dishes, make sure there was food in the food dishes, give Cherish the horse an apple, and when called for, clean out the kitty litter that’s in that barn. Yes I do all this every day from out of the Love of my Heart.
If I don’t do these things these important matters are not addressed.
My neighbors do not understand the importance of good nutrition for their animals. They also do not care much at all for these cats much less Love them. In the summer and warmer weather, you can find all 3 barn cats living in my gardens, hanging out in our garage on a chair or on a rug, lounging on our front porch, or actually asleep on the mat on the front porch at night. Why? We Love them and they Love us. We consider them to be an addition to our family. And instead of they eating in the barn during those warm months, they eat mostly from the food I leave out for them here at our house.
Anyways … yesterday. I saw my plastic container sitting out on the barn floor which indicates the food needs refilling. When I picked it up I noticed one entire side was cracked and broken. Of course the side that wasn’t broken was showing and I only found out the condition of my container when I picked it up.
Moments later, I saw the main owner pull in with his pick up truck. I approached him and asked him bluntly what happened to my container. He looked at me right in the eye and lied to me. “I don’t know”, he replied. I again tried. I asked how did my container get broken. Again he replied with a nonchalant shrug, “I don’t know.”
No forthcoming apology. And with attitude that clearly said he could care less if my container was broken. Not his problem.
My “Irish” making my face red, I stalked off, furious. This man is the only one who puts food out in the barn every day so I know without a doubt that he broke it. He denied it and he lied to me. As with multiple past events, he just expected I would replace it, the cost (again) coming out of my pocket.
Now some of you who know me may want to know why I did not say anything. I’ll tell you why. My neighbors being the people they are, IF I upset them or get them angry, or call a spade for a spade, they have the power to ban me from that barn and will then just continue to mistreat and neglect their animals. Without me running interference for the sake of these precious animals, things will go back as they were. I’m not willing to do that to them. And so for the sake of the 3 barn cats and Cherish the horse, I did not allow my temper to get the better of me.
I took a bike ride to let steam off. Fourteen miles to be exact. And it worked. And as for Rusty he has a way about him that all I have to do is look at him and a smile radiates from my face.
How would you have acted under the same circumstances? Or don’t you know?
Photography/ “Cuteness Personified”/ July 2017©AmyRose