He was taken in by the local rescue after being seized from the owner by the provincial SPCA.
Being locked in a shed for five days was the final straw needed for someone to report his living situation.
The poor guy was skinny as a rail, discovered to have uncontrolled diabetes and as soon as he was given food began exploding out both ends.
Our kind of cat.
We’ve been to this rodeo a few times before.
We all felt – the vet, the rescue and us – he would have a much better recovery and monitoring in a home environment.
The only problem was at the guesstimate age of 7 (or 13 according to some paperwork), he was still intact.
Thaaaaat wouldn’t go over so well with our two sensitive boys.
Where could he stay?
The basement would work except for …
being a chaotic mess of a dumping ground ever since we moved in.
It took all of about five minutes to figure out we could
clear out a small bedroom,
put tarps down under a litter box,
and worse case scenario – move up plans for installing vinyl plank flooring if the carpet was damaged.
He moved in and seemed quite happy being safe, warm and fed.
His big snip came and went without a hitch a week later.
But it can take up to a month for the testosterone levels to drop.
More separation time ahead.
Even though he was relaxed, we thought he might want to stretch his legs a bit.
Access to more of the basement would be helpful.
Except it was still a big chaotic mess of a dumping ground.
He could get lost and we’d never find him again.
(Okay, it wasn’t THAT bad. Mind likes to run wild sometimes.)
If he was going to have access beyond his room, the basement needed to get cleaned up.
And so it did.
In only a few hours a day for two or three days.
Granted, all the stuff was redistributed to three other rooms.
But organization is starting to happen and many things are one step closer to moving out permanently.
This is really happening.
After two years of being mess-blind, the chaos is slowly transforming into order.
For the sake of a cat.
That circled my thoughts back around to having a bigger why.
(Apparently, I’m not done exploring connection and meaning.)
Having a bigger why makes total sense for providing a larger context and motivating reason.
Is why enough though?
How big is big?
What about tangible?
Not tangible as in you know how to do achieve what you want.
Tangible as in connection to immediacy.
Something needs to be done sooner than some day.
Something in my world, or me, needs to change.
That covers putting myself into a situation rather than remaining at arm’s length.
As far as a big why goes, it needs to be Goldilocks big.
Not too small.
Not too big.
Too small of a why isn’t a stretch.
Too easily ambushed by meh.
Too big of a why is overwhelming and/or full of unknowns.
Where do you start when the gap between here and there looks unsurmountable?
There’s nothing in the rule books that say bigger why’s have to change the world.
They only need to be big enough to change something for the better.
And big enough for you to keep taking action in some way.
Because a lot of little changes can build up and evolve into a bigger change before we know it.
If you feel stuck, like you’re spinning your wheels, or you don’t know where to turn – change up your why.
For the right reason, you will make whatever needs to happen, happen.
feel free to share
chief nudging officer
Crazy for cats and potatoes, Lorraine's insatiable curiosity of Life leads her to question, explore and push beyond the box. A self-professed "left-brained creative big picture" type, she has an intuitive knack for seeing beyond and beneath first appearances while at the same time nerding out on the details. Most of all she sees and holds others in their highest until they can see it for themselves.