The Scamp and Gratitude Challenge Week 1 and 2


2014 was a rough year for me. It was so rough on me that I have become an ungrateful person. I became so consumed with the program and all the shit that happened every Tuesday night, that it consumed my life. I posted 89 entries last year, and only 6 of them were happy or positive. I was hoping having survived 2014 that 2015 would bring some good karma, but it looks like it will be slow going. I’m in for quite a fight, and I am trying to do all that I can to avoid getting sucked into the dark twisty any farther than I am now. To help me accomplish this, I have decided to take part in a gratitude challenge. 52 weeks of sharing things I am grateful for. 52 weeks to make sure that at least one post is happy, and 52 weeks of reminding myself that even though one aspect of my life may be a bit of a mess, all of the other areas are pretty dang great. Here is the list of topics that I will be covering each week:


Since it is the start of week 3, I am going to cover week 1 and 2 in this post. Week 2 is about a spouse/significant other, and since I do not have either one of those, I am choosing to instead write about a very important man in my life: Odin. Odin is a 12 year old tomcat that my brother saved from the parking lot of a Mexican restaurant near our home. Odie has had quite the life. He spent most of his early days gallivanting around the neighborhood. He got in fights, came home with battle wounds, and I’m sure got more than one girl kitty preggers. When he was about 5 years old, someone cat-napped him and fed him anitfreeze. He crawled his way home, and all but died in my mom’s arms as she rushed him to the vet. He survived the week at the vet’s office, and then came home to be spoiled by my mom. I remember seeing him shortly after he came home. He was skinny and frail. He didn’t move out of the chair, and my mom hand fed him lunch meat and kept a water bowl near him.

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He eventually got fixed, and turned into a lazy boy who slept all day and never went outside. The good thing about him loosing his balls was that he stopped drooling as much. In the last few years, he has really become my cat. He hangs out with me, sleeps on my bed every night, and serves as my research assistant when I am working from home.

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He makes me feel better when I am sad, he cuddles when I need it, and now that he is getting up there in years, I am not sure that he will be able to make the return trip to Scotland with me. In the meantime, I am going to enjoy my time with my little smooshie, and be grateful that I am enjoyed 12 years with him.

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