Blackie

This morning I went out to check my little garden. After a few steps something ran to the place I was going to put my foot down. It startled me for just a second. It was Blackie, one of my cats. I should be use to this. He does it all of the time. It seems almost as if he is playing a game. He beats my foot to the place it is going. I just put my foot down beside him instead of on him and continue walking. I have to walk slowly or I might either kick him or step on him. Doing this makes it takes a little longer, but those few seconds lost don't mean anything.

The greens were looking good. There were a few weeds in the vegetable bed. I reached down to pull a weed and there is Blackie under my hand. I pushed him aside and pull the weed out of the ground. I reached for another weed and there was Blackie. I picked him up and gently tossed him out of the bed. A few seconds later and he was under my hand again. I thought about getting a switch to keep him chased off, but I didn't. He played his game till I got through weeding.

When I left the garden he played his game with my feet again. He was starting to get on my nerves.

When I reached the steps I sat down. Blackie rubbed against one leg and then the other. He went to my back and rubbed against it. Next he came around and pushed against my arm with his head. The way I was positioned my arm was keeping him from getting into my lap. I moved my arm and he crawled in my lap and I petted him.

All he wanted the whole time was to love and be loved. I was almost ashamed of thinking earlier of getting a switch. Loving is better than punishing any time.