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Wednesday, April 23, 2008

Goob-Bye Zoe


On one fine afternoon in March, a kind little kitty came upon me. I had peaked out the back door because my eye had caught a glance of small movement. And that's when I saw it. I figured it was a timid cat who would run away if you came too close. But I still went to the back to see the cat. I grabbed a scoop of cat food and laid some on the ground in front of me. It appeared that the little kitten wandered about in the backyard of our house. The little kitten walked toward me as I kneeled to the ground. It rubbed its head on my leg and without notice it fell sideways onto my foot. I then noticed a collar around its neck. It had a pink name tag in the shape of a heart. Her name was Zoe, Zoe without a "Y". I then saw a phone number on the tag. Obviously, the young kitten belonged to someone. But who? I later showed my parents to the newest member of the family. Zoe was the friendliest cat in the whole world. But it wasn't long until we discovered that Zoe was pregnant. Well, I discovered it. No one really believed me when I told them she was. We later let Zoe come into the garage whenever she felt like it. She meowed so much and always caused some kind of mischief. If anyone had left the door open she would run into the house. But little did Zoe know that we had another cat living in the house already. They would always get into fights, but of course Zoe would win because my cat doesn't have front claws. Weeks had passed and Zoe was getting a little bigger from her pregnancy. It wasn't until Sunday, April 13 that no one could ever say she wasn't pregnant. I woke up that morning to go to church. Like always, I would check Zoe to see if she was okay. My parents always made Zoe go outside at night, but for some reason I felt the need to let her in the garage that evening. So when I went into the garage to check on Zoe, I couldn't find her. I searched and searched. I knew she couldn't have gone anywhere. I then looked at these shelves on the right side of the garage and there she was. I called her once. She didn't come. I called her once again. Still, she did not come to me. That's when I started to think something. I walked over to where she was laying and yes I was right. She had had kittens during the night. She had four little kittens. There was this black cat that always came around, so I always assumed he was the father. We didn't like that cat coming around. We had called the owner of Zoe, but there was no answer. A week had gone by and I was taking care of Zoe and her kittens. On a Sunday afternoon, there's a knock on the door. My mom answers it and it's the owner of Zoe. We let her in the garage to see Zoe and her kittens. The woman had two younger boys, both 7 years of age. They had come to take Zoe and her kittens home. I wasn't too bummed, but then I saw the way the two boys were handling the kittens. They were picking them up as if they were action figures. They were forcing the kittens to drink Zoe's milk. I was ready to yell at those kids. But soon, they had taken Zoe to their van. Immediately, when they put Zoe in their car, she ran back to our house and into our backyard as if she didn't want to go. And that was probably the reason why. But they got her back and now she's gone forever. It's different around house now. I use to go in the garage ready for a greeting from a cat. The spot where she laid is now just a spot. Zoe was the best cat in the whole world.

Tuesday, April 1, 2008

Perfection is an Oxymoron



Have you ever known someone that you just love and care about so much only to be disappointed by them? If you have, then I know how you feel. It's really hard to deal with. You just want to picture everyone with little halos above their heads. But when you discover that the golden halo has been cut into two red thorns, all of your views suddenly crumble to the ground. Especially when you have so much respect and confidence in that person. Sometimes I wish God did make us all perfect. By that, there would be no wars, no anger, no sadness, no imperfection of the human mind. What are you suppose to do when you find out the one you love isn't all he/she is cut out to be? Again, it's not an easy thing to deal with, I know. But it doesn't matter because of the fact that we humans are not created perfect. And that's the beauty of it. In order to achieve happiness, we must all encounter disappointment by our fellow friends. From that point on, we can help one another and maybe encourage them to become a better person. When someone really disappoints you, it's hard to see them as you did before. But you still love them just as you did before. It's kinda like a "love/hate" situation. You think to yourself, "Why did they have to go and do that?" and it saddens you to have to think that way. I know everyone makes mistakes. I should know, I'm a huge problem. I'm nothing close to perfection, and I don't intend to be be perfect, but everyday I strive to become a better person. Not just for myself, but for my family, friends, and especially for God. We are a fine example of what Jesus Christ went through when He walked the Earth. He was disappointed by his own disciples, by his followers, and by the entire human race. But he still loved us so much to give His life for us so that when we disappoint God we may be forgiven and given a second chance. There's just no way of escaping man's imperfection. So the moral of this blog is, "If you love someone and they disappoint you, don't give up on them. Love them just as God will always love you".