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My understanding of life

My understanding of life

It is not what you say but what you do. Humans think that dogs with their big voice are much smarter than us cats – I hate calling myself a cat. Not that I am ashamed of being a cat but living with humans I find myself a bit different from ‘cats.’ Forgive me but I am not a snob. Just trying to understand life.
What is in a label? Cat, dogs, humans? It counts when others look at you.

As Daisy – use my name! I am me. I do not communicate much with my voice but when I do they are thrilled to hear it. You see, watching dogs I learned that giving too much of yourself will deplete the respect others have for you. You must know when to give information – oh!!! and to who. There is nothing more disturbing than someone you just saw goes on and on. Too close. I say to Mum can you make them shut up (she is a therapist – and just has that face) but of course she does not do anything. She know who she can trust with information. I hear them talking to each other – Mum and Dad but they keep stuff to themselves. Letting others know or asking questions for information makes for strange bedfellows. I know I sleep with Mum and Dad. They are always talking to me so I know more about them then they know of me – get my point? Of course they trust me as I never talk about other people, let alone myself.

Now about them tricks! No cat who has any pride performs for others. This is because we respect ourselves. We know that we were not born to jump around to make others feel they have power over us. I do not have to perform to be liked – who cares, I love myself. So we have taught humans how to respect us. We know what they are saying and asking but ignoring them creates a certain amount of respect. They can like us but they have to earn our trust.
Trust is there but they know if they go to far that we have claws. Boy, they hate getting scratched. If we get bugged we just ignore the person and distance ourselves from them. No way are we going to have a relationship with someone that is not to our standards. One has to have values. We cats know how to ignore people. Watch me.

What am I saying about life? Is is about respect, trust and boundaries. I have a wonderful life and everyone loves me. What do I give in return? well, they have to work to get my attention, they have to think that I need t hem, they have to get my affection – now you get my drift??  Have fun trying to be me. Can you???? See the rewards. Hugs from Daisy (really?)images[1]

Daisy Jacobs-De La Maza

Loved by many, bi-racial, and happily retired. I enjoy long naps, and the occasional snack.

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My Granma – Doreen Jacobs

My Granma – Doreen Jacobs

When I came to the house it was summer. Granma already had a stoke. But, she never thought of herself of not being able to do anything. “I do myself’ – and oh! Mum was overprotective. She got Gran all the home care available so she could stay at home. People do not know what they can get to stay at home. Mum talks a lot about this and told me to put down steps as to how you access help the government gives. Gran was a special lady and she really love little me. Oh, her eyes always lighted up. I adopted her and we became so close. Every day she would give me an extra treat from her food and if Mum did not see it I got to eat a bit of something. She loved to feed me. I wish I learned to dance so I could have danced for her – you see my legs are a bit shot and I cannot do jazz or tap. I do have structural issues. Enough about my body image.

I posted her picture so you can see her. She had a good smile – beautiful.  Everyone came to see her. She was like a gran dam, holding court. I always left when she had a lot of people as she did not need my attention. Molly the other feline in the house never came and visited. She hated our room and when Mum brought her to see Gran, she always ran like a bat out of hell – whatever that means. Humans say the odd things. Are there bats in hell, I do not think so as there will be bats in heaven. They did not sin, only humans. We non humans had no choice, they were the ones who did not behave and still do not behave.

Oh, I better stop and will continue a bit more about my wonderful Gran when I get to use this computer again, Till then my friends – the wonderful Ms. Daisy 

Daisy Jacobs-De La Maza

Loved by many, bi-racial, and happily retired. I enjoy long naps, and the occasional snack.

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Bangladesh, am I self centered?

Bangladesh, am I self centered?

Bangladesh what is this? Maybe they were going to get me a new type of expensive food. I know they only want the best for me. I was sitting in my sun room thinking of what next to eat when I heard Mother Merle talking to Dad about this. She just goes on and on. Always saying something of how these people in developed countries should be tried for murder.
Oh no, people died! It was about cheap labour in another country. All I do is think about myself and never what happens to others. That is how it should be for my kind in this world. So this has nothing to do with me, I can go back to sleep.
After all, if humans do not care about others why should a privileged cat take an interest in human rights and social justice. They are just big words with no real meaning when it comes to buying clothes, and all the other things my human parents buy. So why are they upset, must be a human thing to do – be upset and do nothing to change their way of living.  Selfish they sometimes call me, no it is just being me. Human’s are the selfish lot. They do not care about how others live in another country. I watch TV so I do see stuff.  I tune my parents  talk out but if the continue talking they will not bother what I am doing or not doing. Human concerns with no actions, makes for my liberty to sleep, eat, and sleep – I want humans to stop discussing this and act on something.

Daisy Jacobs-De La Maza

Loved by many, bi-racial, and happily retired. I enjoy long naps, and the occasional snack.

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Remembering how I got into this family

Remembering how I got into this family

Let me tell you how it all started. I was lost. Really lost. I came to this home and they gave me some food. Nice, but there was a big black ‘cat’. Then I looked at the house next door. There was another one like me inside. Some people call me a cat, but I am not just a cat. I am special, I am more, almost like the two legged humans.
I then saw Mum who was talking to this other me, Molly. I knew I had to get into this home. Then I saw Grandma.  She was sweet and she loved this Molly but Molly did not go to her.  Hello, foolish one!
I knew she needed me, me! How do I tell them my name. They won’t understand me.

My task was to get noticed. I rolled around and jumped around in the back yard. Then Mum noticed me. Pay dirt! She came out, but I heard her say – this cat is fat, must belong to someone. Oh, my goodness! She won’t take me in.

When the sun went down, I was frightened. It was going to rain. Rain! I am going to get wet and it will be… I could not think – I had to get in.
Last effort. I went to the glass door and stood up against it. Four paws flat , with my eyes wide. Mum saw me and went to the front door. At this I rushed around, and as soon as she opened the door I ran into the house. Thank God Molly was no where to be seen. Grandma was there and said “poor little thing, put her in the office”.  OMG, she called me little, when that other person said I was fat. Never mind the name calling. I was in. I was inside.  Grandma Doreen needed me, I could see.  She was older and would like me better. I smiled, but then these humans don’t know our smiles.  I said to myself, behave. You need them to like you. I got put into this office, nice . Food oh and water, and a kitty litter. What! heaven on earth , I hit pay dirt.
More to come….

 

Daisy Jacobs-De La Maza

Loved by many, bi-racial, and happily retired. I enjoy long naps, and the occasional snack.

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Heard the talk about ethnic violence

 

My human parents were talking about all the clashes around the world. Dad thinks people do not want the poor. This talk never ends. It is the same stuff every time they watch TV
I think Do-good organizations should see how my parents feed the outdoor animals.
I think they stay in the wild but are now looking good for all the free food they get; anyway, I see a skunk eating and a cat waiting his turn, then that big fat one – a raccoon with a baby.Oh that raccoon, I saw her sleep with her baby on top of her – it was cute but I think she should have gone home instead of sleeping on our front space. Cute eyes but I giggle as the neighbour is a bit frightened of the fat animal. All the animals that come eat their fill in turns. I find the birds rather greedy, especially one. Mum said he is like The Donald – I wish I knew him sound like a greedy man. The black small fat birds all came in a large bunch – over 50,. then they pooed on the outside chair, the one I do not use ( hee hee, I am not allowed to go out). Boy, mum was p…., I not supposed to use bad words.
Anyway we your four legged friends are not greedy, just you humans who never really learned to share. What a waste of good energy as the world has enough food ( and you eat us as well) to feed everyone. Though I’d preach a bit since today was Sabbath.

Daisy Jacobs-De La Maza

Loved by many, bi-racial, and happily retired. I enjoy long naps, and the occasional snack.

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Meow.

Meow.

Hello World,
It’s nice to get to know you.
Life is what you make of it.
For me, It’s about sun, it’s about a chair – no not one chair, but all the chairs in the house.
Because you see, life is about choice. I’ll tell you more about it next time, because I am off to find a more comfortable chair.

Daisy Jacobs-De La Maza

Loved by many, bi-racial, and happily retired. I enjoy long naps, and the occasional snack.

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