Eyes of JB: A Slightly Crazy View of Life

Well gang, it's been a full week. A full week since my little fishie from my birthday died...And yet I'm just blogging about it now. :) Anyway, ever since I got Spud, my "child" (Teegra) has become infatuated with him. Every chance he got, he would jump onto my bookshelf, and continuously bat at the fish bowl. There were several close calls, but I was able to intervene before serious damage could be done. Then, right before we left for church, I push open the door to my room, socks and bible in hand, toothbrush + foam in mouth, and there on the floor lies an overturned fishbowl. I see two very shocked kitties, looking up at me with the classic Steve Urkel expression: "Did I do that?", and a pool of water all over the floor. Spud was found in what water was still left in the bowl, so I quickly rushed him to the bathroom, to get him a little more water for breathing space. Unfortunately, since he wasn't used to that type of water, I couldn't give him very much. After I made sure he was alright, I came back to my room with a hairdryer and towels, both paper and beach. I pushed the cats out of the room, and set about trying to dry the carpet. Eventually, it got to a desirable temperature, and I headed off to church.
A few days later, New Year's Day actually, I was sitting at the computer, on Facebook of course, when I heard this loud "Crash!". I ran to the bathroom, and found a total mess. In front of the sink counter, where a contented Teegra sat staring down at it all, was a whole combination of water, green gravel, and pieces of plastic fishbowl. Everything seemed to be there, yes....wait, "Where's Spud?" I looked all around, and found him on his side, out of water. Each breath he took was almost as if it took his whole body to complete it. I quickly picked him up and placed him in what was left of the fish bowl, and poured water in so he could swim. After I got Spud back into depths where he could swim, I set about cleaning all the gravel, water, and plastic pieces. I was glad it was everywhere, so it would take longer so I wouldn't pulverize the cat.
After that incident, I knew Spud wouldn't live much longer. Falling was surely stressful, and his body was probably going crazy with the different type of water. It was only a matter of time. I kept going back to the bathroom, checking on him, and every time, he moved slower and slower each visit. Finally, I opened the door to the bathroom, and found an unmoving Spud, floating on his side. So, I quickly said a prayer to the fish god, and sent Spud on his way to Fish Heaven, through the great whirlpool funnel. It was sad to loose the little guy. It was pretty cool waking up to see him each day. But you know, we don't live forever.
It's odd, but I got him on my birthday, and then he died on my brother's birthday. Kassie took the liberty of pointing that out to me. So a thanks to Kassie, for making my view of why things happen when they do just a little more muddled. :D

Hello everyone! Hope you're all having a great day. I just felt the need to post about this. If you're like me in the fact of reading the Bible can be a total bore, then go and read Psalms. As part of a Literature assignment, I had to read a bunch of scriptures from Psalms. I was like, "Oh great. Fun." So I sat down and started reading, and I decided to just try to read them as if I were David, and it totally changed everything. I was amazing at how much of a punch could be packed into just one or two phrases. It was really interesting to just read about David's feelings and thoughts when he was going through trial or celebrating victory. And then, in the last psalm I was supposed to read, I came upon a very encouraging verse that really made me thankful for Someone who really loves and cares about me, and is always. I'll leave you with it, Psalm 73:26.

"My health may fail, and my spirit may grow weak, but God remains the strength of my heart; He is mine forever."

So as you know, I have two cats that can be both a real pain in the butt, yet a joy to the heart. Well, the other night, my parents decided that it was time for me to give them a bath. So the adventure began. My grandparents were visiting, so of course, they wanted in on the action, too. I proceeded to drag both cats into the bathroom, my gramps following with his camera. Yep, you heard me right, his camera. I did have on clothes, for having given the cats other baths without them, I've learned that clothes-on is the better option. Anyway, I turned on the shower(also a better option), and Tommy immediately went as far from as it as he could. He knew what was happening, and what was in store. My brilliant child Teegra, of course, just stood there, tense and alert. Since he was the only one available, and I guess eager to get in, I quickly snatched him up and headed through the door into the warm, square shower. As soon as I shut the door and put him down, he jumped up against the door and started whining this meow-like whine, over and over again, higher then lower then high again. I found it sad and I felt sorry for the little guy, but my audience; now composed of Mom, Dad, Granny, Gramps, Nick, and a frightened Tommy; found it hilarious, besides Tommy, of course. I was able to finally able to hold Teegra between my legs as I washed him over and over with soap and water. He was a good boy, but good grief, is he strong. Plus, being extremely didn't help with his already slippery coat. After I finished with Teegra, then it was Tommy's turn. Everyone in the room was like, "Come here, Tommy. Come here, big boy. Got get in the shower. Go get in the shower." I was like, "You guys, you're going to have to reach down, pick him up, and bring him to me." There was no way he would get in this shower willingly, let alone come to anyone. So my dad was finally able to grab, and hand him off to me. Tommy was actually better than Teegra. His cries though, man, they'd break your heart. They were the most pitiful I have ever heard, yet when I was spraying him with water, he just stood there and took it. Poor little guy, however, he is the one that usually smells the worst, and needed that shower. After I finished up with Tommy, we all stayed in the bathroom for almost an hour trying to get them dry so they wouldn't get sick or anything. In the end, we have two clean kitties, who throw up less, and still love me, besides the torture I put them through.

Yes, I know. I haven't blogged in like three weeks, and yes, I know I didn't post on one of the biggest days of the year. I get it enough from Kassie! :) Who of course, always posts something good, almost everyday. You should totally check into her blog. She's so much better at this than I am.

Anyway, I just wanted to wish everyone a happy new year! And I wanted to let you all know that one of my New Year's resolutions is to post more on my blog. I know you are all just dying to hear what I have to say. :D

Happy New Year everyone! And may God bless your 2009!