Screaming in silence

In the great big city of Manhattan, New York, people come and people go at all times of the day and night. Noises are constant to the point of silence when you walk it's streets. People move through out it's concrete jungle as if they were the only ones in existence. The elements have no true effect with the hot sun, fast winds, pouring rain and freezing snow it does not matter what the walker, joggers, runners, cyclist, those in wheel chairs, young, old it does not alter the city very much or even at all.

Underground is not much different either. So many people just marching by as if were members of an ant colony on it's way to gather nourishment for their queen, the one who gives it, right, back, eventually. The noises do change from time to time, makes it even more interesting and annoying as well, well maybe that is just to me. It's bright and has a certain scent I don't think anyone can just be replicated also not sure if it's good or bad but it is unique.

Freely admiring the sights around one is hypnotised by the amounts of images. The mind just captures it all and in one small instant everyone and everything looks the same. Continue the journey at the pace of the beating heart and you become one of the ants.

No longer an individual the focus is moving along, getting to where it is you need to be and try not to look or hear anything around you in order to get there on time and then it happens, out of no where something starts to capture your attention. Just out of the blue a sound, an image seduces your eyes. You don't want to even divert your focus but the allure is just too strong.

For a second you don't quiet realise what it is you are witnessing as it gets your attention and you keep on moving. In slow motion you think a million things while your eyes gather the information shot through them so they can invade your brain. Traveling at the speed of light it covers your mind then takes an express shuttle to your heart. A double take is done to ensure that you have just seen what you think you did but the walking continues and by the time you can say damn it, a million more things come to mind and you don't know what to do, and if you should even do anything at all and as you think you should someone beats you to the punch, at that moment every person around you slows down to the point of almost stopping, doing the exact same thing you yourself went through just a moment ago.

Perhaps not the same thing goes through their body but I'd say pretty close, or so I think, no clue. Rewind... walking in Grand Central Station, packed as high as it could possibly be with people, animals, luggage, even random pieces of furniture, I looked around but became very much one of the herd. Tired, hungry, in pain, having a nicotine withdrawal, favourite knee high socks, pink and black stripes, broken hmph, back throbbing, trying to keep up with my faster than a cat crossing the street brother in heels, thirsty and just wanting to be home, even if it was a mess, just be home, so caught up in my own world, thinking how hard I have it and how miserable I am at that very moment, bam! it happened.

This tambourine was becoming increasingly loud. The rhythm was well not there but there was something about it that caught my attention, it was being played by a baby in a stroller. At first I thought "huh look at the baby aw just banging away and having fun" and kept walking, all of a sudden I hear a woman singing, not very well at all actually, it was sorta well it sucked and I kept walking thinking "aww look that mom is singing to her child" but then I thought, "wow that is pretty um loud for the baby ain't it?" and when I passed them I realised that I just witnessed something completely not expected.

The woman looked so, so very tired, tired of so many things but just exhausted. The baby looked healthy and happy, smiling and laughing, sweet and full of life. As I go to tell my brother something about this woman I realise he is no longer in sight so I stop and look around and I find him, giving the last bit of money we have to get home to this woman and her child.

Silence, and complete stillness surrounds my circle and I look down. Here I am walking, complaining, thinking to myself I wish to be some place else and here stands a woman who was dressed well, as if coming from a job interview, with a news paper on the floor and a smiling happy shiny child but she has dark circles under her eyes, she can't sing, holding a cup in one hand, in the middle of this chaotic rat maze not robbing anyone, not harassing anyone, not blatantly asking for anyone's help, although it is obvious help is desperately needed, she just stands there singing her little heart out in order to feed her flesh and blood.

Selfish and sad is the feeling that takes over. No longer is my pain running through my mind and body, no longer are my pathetic needs feeling urgency. Hunger, worry, feelings inside of me that were there just moments ago dissipate, wishing to be rich, rich in so many things like intelligence and with loads and loads of money in order to be able to reach out to that woman and her child, hug them and tell them it will all be ok is what now burns inside of me, but there is not a damn thing I did or could do so I continue to march to the beat of the screaming silence of the great big city of New York.

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Hard to believe some of these are family, them bastards never call, hey SLUG call me!

Well lets see, oh I got a letter from Cher, why are you laughing hysterically? CAts are really smart and fabulous with computers, anyway her letter :)

Hi Mommy Lola...from Cher Bear...
Just wanted to tell you I am being a good little kitty for Mommy Holly and her family!! I am well behaved, using the litter box, eating special bits, not picking on the furniture and getting along well with my new buddy, Joojie!
I snuggle with Mommy Holly at night and sometimes at my naptimes during the afternoon. My new buddy Joojie is very very fluffy...he has a fluffy tail I like to play with...he doesn't mind playing tag with me, but he makes sure he lets me know he is the chief kitty of the family. I like him...and I am trying to snuggle with him...in his kitty condo, which I have taken over...I think a few more days and we will be sharing it! I like to look out the doors and windows here, and I run from one end of the house to the other in the morning...its fun! I purr and do happy paws with Miss Holly the most...although I like all the humans in the house! Mommy Holly has deceided to name me Bella...it means beautiful...
she calls me bella, bella baby, bells, baby bella and peanut!!
Thank you mommy Lola for doing such a good job of raising me up from a itty bitty kitten...I am lucky you found me and took care of me and Mommy Holly is happy she found you and Lost Paws Rescue...
I hope you like the picture of me and Joojie!! I will send you more in a few weeks when I get alittle bigger!!

Love, hugs and purrs,

Bella a.k.a CherBear :)

Ain't that the cutest thing EVA?! I know it is.

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Well, I need coffee and a bed, can't go to bed so I'll have coffee.

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This is why I do what I do

Many people do not understand why some people like me take their lives, open their homes, their hearts to a creature that has no idea why or what's going on, can't do your chores or even speak but moments like these are what I feel that what I do is what I am meant to be doing. ( as I gt lil claws coming up my leg ouchy Penelope lol)

On Sunday a woman came to adoption day in hopes to meet Cher, one of my foster babies. AS she held her and go tto know her and we spoke of her personality and what she was looking for, she fell in love, not so hard to do when they are who they are, and after a while the woman began to become ill, and so ill an ambulance was called.

I tried my best to take care of her and tried to keep her as comfortable as I could, the otehr volunteers were also very hands on and I am so proud of you Lyn, Jason and Rachael. Once the ambulance got there and she was on her way of being helped I was still so worried but a while later we got a call that she was getting better and her son informed us that she wanted Cher even after all that. A few hrs later her husband and son came to pick her up and off my foster baby went to her new home. Today I got an email that me realize once more that it is so worth it and I wanted to share it with you...

Hi Lola, Just wanted to give a heartfelt thank you to you for staying
with me when I wasn't feeling well at the adoption. I felt so embarrassed
and scared, but I appreciate you staying close and calling your mother! As
for Cher, she is adjusting pretty well. I introduced her and my persian
Jooj today, and they are checking each other out...She is more like, going
about her business of playing and exploring, and he just keeps her within
eye shot at all times to see what she is about. She has made an attempt to
be friendly to him, but he's not too sure yet. But, they are not fighting
or being hostel toward each other, so that's good! Cher also has busted a
move and decided she needs to check out all the rooms in the house! I
tried to keep her confined to the family room while she and Jooj got
acquainted, but she was too interested in him moving about the house! I put
her back in my son's room for a bit of relax time, (as she is most
comfortable there!), and she immediately sits down on the bed with me and
does all the loving things you mentioned!! She seems to respond to
instructions of "get down" or "NO' if she is somewhere I would prefer her
not to be! I hope in time Jooj and her will be best buddies! I will keep you
informed. Feel free to email me back!
Thanks for your tireless efforts to nurture and nurse this little baby to
health...she is certainly special!

Sincerely, H

I don't care how much trouble I get in with my in laws, I don't care how much I have to clean, I don't care if my heart breaks a little every time they leave my home because I know that when they do a new family will be formed and that my friends is why I love what I do.

7 years ago today

I had a newborn in my arms.

I was scared, overwhelmed with feelings and aches. This small thing who I had inside of me for nine months was finally out and I wanted him back IN! I could not protect him any more in the way I was but I was happy to see his face. Elijah has not been easy, but he sure is funny, he loves to draw and paint, he loves to help and teach, he loves animals and music, he's a pretty cool kid and today he is SEVEN!

He's excited to be seven, seven to him seems like such a big number and it is, but I still see him as a lil baby, guess that is what parents see their entire life, their babies growing up but always their babies.

When he was just born I was not sure what to do to make him go to sleep at times and I never learned lullabies so one day as I tried to nurse him on the rocking chair, and him screaming his little head off. I did not know what to do so I began to hum and hum and he looked up at me and stopped crying. I thought, great! he likes music but what do I sing? so I made a song up, and this is Elijah's Lullaby...

Go to sleep, my baby go to sleep.
For when you sleep the world is at peace.
Go to sleep and close your eyes.
And you'll dream of angels tonight.




There is more but it's too special to share with the world :)


Happy Birthday my lil pookie, I hope you have hundreds of more birthdays to come. I love you. Oh I still sing him his lullaby ;)

Love,
Lola

In need

Pondering

Air travels around us, always, circulating each and every one of us, constantly. Going in, sustaining the flesh, sustaining the organs, supplying what is needed for this, this thing called, life. Out it goes, liberating itself only to be used who knows how many times, by who knows how many of all who roam this earth.

So similar to air are so many of us on this planet. Being used as a form of necessity. Told of our importance, for survival but not of our own. How truly needed are we for the survival of others? How truly needed are we for the happiness of others? Can happiness then ultimately be considered selfish?

We are told how we are loved, how much we enrich a life, how important we are when it comes to making someone happy, we for some reason seem to have so much control in others emotions, and that is making me wonder do we even know what makes us truly happy in the first place? Does the happiness of one depend on the life of another? How can one be giving happiness to others when those who need us to be happy are causing the exact opposite feeling within us?

Are we capable of surviving with out needing people?

Oh how my brain goes insane at times.

Love,
Lola

Long but with good reason

I have not written in a while, yeah I know but I honestly did not feel like it.

First let me say I am still very sad about Michael Jackson's passing. I was, am and will always be a fan of MJ. Rest in peace sweet prince.

Second, what has been happening? well lots of nothing, nah lots, went to KS city MO to see a friend and it was fun and hard work.

Last weekend was the Garden state Cat Show and boy was that fun. WE raised a lot of money and adopted out 10 kitties! WOO HOO!

Now to the picture portion of my blog ;)










And of course some kitties....







Ok got to go be a mama. Hope you are doing well :)

:D

Love,
Lola