{"id":10375,"date":"2013-08-24T05:50:36","date_gmt":"2013-08-24T09:50:36","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/zeezoey.com\/blog\/?p=10375"},"modified":"2013-08-23T18:23:22","modified_gmt":"2013-08-23T22:23:22","slug":"the-unexpected-lessons-of-love-and-healing-a-caturday-guest-post-from-crystal-on-her-experience-with-the-zeezoey-gang","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/zeezoey.com\/blog\/the-unexpected-lessons-of-love-and-healing-a-caturday-guest-post-from-crystal-on-her-experience-with-the-zeezoey-gang\/","title":{"rendered":"The Unexpected Lessons of Love and Healing – A Caturday Guest Post From Crystal on her Experience With the Zee\/Zoey Gang!"},"content":{"rendered":"

Editors Note:<\/strong> I shared a special guest post this past Wednesday from my youngest step-daughter, Jackie, and today I have one more special guest post to share from my other step-daughter, Crystal. Crystal is a 3rd grade teacher and like me, she often measures the moments in time by the lessons we learn along the way. While she is very much\u00a0familiar\u00a0with the Zee\/Zoey feline gang, this particular visit last week brought with it the unexpected lessons of love, companionship, and understanding that only a cat can teach…<\/span><\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

Lesson Number One:\u00a0If you open it\u2026 they will come.<\/strong><\/p>\n

\"Crystal-1\"<\/a>As a guest entering Deb and Dad\u2019s home, other than the fact that there is more cat furniture than people furniture, and there are bins busting to the brim with more cat toys than any pet store would possibly carry, you might not even realize they have cats. The moment you enter, you might see a blur from the corner of your eye, but would probably shake it off as jet lag. You\u2019d never suspect that eight felines were lurking\u2026 sniffing out the unsuspecting guest\u2026<\/p>\n

I say I was visiting Deb and Dad, but anyone who knows them, knows the truth: they are just the humans who are graciously allowed to live there, and we are the guests who they will tolerate – so long as we can aide in their bidding because it only takes but a momentary lapse in judgment in the Zee\/Zoey household for the cats to take complete advantage. Those of us who would rather become a circus juggling act, foolishly overloaded with the remnants of a family game night, rather than make two trips, fall prey to the cats lying in wait for access to the coveted carpeted bedroom which happened when Chris, (Deb\u2019s son), Jackie (my sister), and I were putting away some board games in the guest room where I was staying.<\/p>\n

\"cats-lurking\"<\/a>

Oh foolish people… did you really think you could open that door without us knowing?<\/p><\/div>\n

We left the door open for only just a brief moment\u2026 but that is all it takes. Suddenly all eight cats become living beings – zipping and zooming from every direction into the room. Even Zoey, with whom we fear eye-contact would leave us all as stone monuments in the garden, sneaks in past us with a guttural growl to acknowledge the opening of the door. Since I\u2019d rather not risk a limb than try to pick up Zoey, the door will have to remain open.<\/p>\n

\"Thanks-for-making-blanket\"<\/a>

There is just something about this room that is so appealing to the cats – maybe it’s the extra soft comforters and pillows, or maybe it’s the cozy warmth of the room. Regardless, I can’t blame them… the guest room has a charm similar to a quaint English garden cottage and is so soothing to the soul…<\/p><\/div>\n

In truth, I couldn’t bear to kick the cats out of the room since Mr. Jazz had taken up residence on the bed. Mr. Jazz is scarcely the cat I remember him to be, and my last trip was only in December. Sadly, he was very sick, and probably would not have made it, had it not been for Deb delicately nursing him back to health. If it meant seven cats were going to have the run of my room so that Jazz could snuggle next to me- so be it.<\/p>\n

\"Jaz-on-bed\"<\/a>

This is one of our more recent photos of Jazz. It was not taken in the guest bedroom, but you can see the signs of age wearing on him. He truly needs your prayers, all, and I am just so grateful the girls got to see him during their visit.<\/p><\/div>\n

So I snuggled into bed, alongside Mr. Jazz and a good book for the wonderful peace and relaxation that I so cherish while visiting. It didn’t take long for many of the other cats to make their presence completely known. Especially Kizmet. It\u2019s a good thing I have patience, for he is the essence of all things kitten! \u201cOh my goodness! Something is moving under the blanket! I have to pounce! And what\u2019s that in the closet\u2026 must get it in! Wait! What\u2019s that under the blanket again? POUNCE! What\u2019s under the bed? What is that boxy-thing on the floor? I simply must explore inside! Oh- are these your clothes in this box with wheels? Wait- back to whatever is making movements under the blanket!\u201d I could go on and on with Kizmet\u2019s explorations.<\/p>\n

\"innocent\"<\/a>

Just look at that precious, innocent, sweet little face. Surely Crystal has to be exaggerating!! Kizmet would never, ever be a pest!! LOL!!<\/p><\/div>\n

Zee proved the ever-vigilant father\/guard. He perched atop the dresser, admonishing Kizmet\u2019s every move. Which, (as anyone who knows a vocal Maine Coon), does not make for the most restful background noise for a good night\u2019s rest.<\/p>\n

\"zee-on-guard\"<\/a>

Papa Zee on guard…<\/p><\/div>\n

Though our summer visits are usually time for celebration and reunion, this visit was marked with a tinge of sadness, as our family had just lost a very close friend. Though we grieved together, and shared memories during the day, it was not until the quiet hours of the night that I often sat and processed the emotions of this particular visit.<\/p>\n

During the third night of my visit, I found myself having a particularly difficult day. Dealing with a host of emotions, I went to sleep that night not feeling quite right. That was the day we were supposed to see our friend, \u201cUncle Dave,\u201d though he passed before I could say goodbye. I went off to bed, keeping the door open since Jazz was already comfortably settled, and turned out the light. Later in the night, I was pretty sure Zee came in as well, since the cat that nestled in was particularly gentle and restful. There is something about snuggling with a pet that brings such comfort.<\/p>\n

As I woke, I was shocked to realize that it was not Zee who came to my side that night, but Kizmet. The same cat that spent every second of the previous nights bouncing off of and onto every surface that might wake me was quietly cuddled in with Jazz and made little of his presence known, but for a few purrs. I might just shake it off as being a rare coincidence, had it not happened the following night as well. The next time, it was just Kizmet, cuddled right next to me.<\/p>\n

\"sweet-kizmet\"<\/a>

While still a young cat, and despite his over exuberance, Kizmet is actually a wise old soul and one of the kindest cats I have ever known. I am not at all surprised that he sensed Crystal’s need for his healing powers.<\/p><\/div>\n

Packing the suitcase back up – and making sure Zee was not in it after his encounter with Rick the dog – I thought about the most valuable lesson that Kizmet taught me during my visit. There is something special about the way that animals sense our emotions, and instinctively know exactly what we need. Though just a kitten, he curled up and knew it was not playtime, but a time for healing and calm.<\/p>\n

Visiting the Zee\/Zoey clan, this special gift that animals seem to have was shared even more so when I was graced with a gentle \u201cmeow\u201d from Zoey, and an affectionate brush against my leg. Though ordinarily I might think twice about trying to pet the Queen, I reached down, and she lovingly accepted my affection.<\/p>\n

\"Zoey-Head\"<\/a>

There is no doubt Zoey has her moments and has earned her title as “Queen,” but she truly is a darling cat and an absolute sweetheart. When she is in a loving mood, she lets you know with every ounce of her little body and her purr \u00a0is as loud as a wild cat from the jungle!<\/p><\/div>\n

I don\u2019t feed these cats. I don\u2019t provide their shelter, or clean their litter boxes. (Granted, I am that stranger that comes in leaving doors open to all of those previously unknown areas\u2026 but I digress.) When I needed comfort the most, even the most aloof of the clan came with an open heart, and a gentle purr. There was a bigger lesson to be learned this trip:\u00a0Lesson #2: If you need it – they will come.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Thank you for that beautiful post, Crystal. I know firsthand how powerful the love of these cats can be and I am so glad they were able to be with you when you needed them most…<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Editors Note: I shared a special guest post this past Wednesday from my youngest step-daughter, Jackie, and today I have one more special guest post to share from my other step-daughter, Crystal. Crystal is a 3rd grade teacher and like me, she often measures the moments in time by the lessons we learn along the […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":11,"featured_media":10387,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[23,3],"tags":[1265,65,668,84,30],"class_list":["post-10375","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-guest-bloggers","category-inspiration-healing","tag-cats","tag-caturday","tag-healing","tag-inspiration-2","tag-zee-and-zoey"],"aioseo_notices":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/zeezoey.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/08\/sweet-kizmet1.jpg","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/zeezoey.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10375","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/zeezoey.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/zeezoey.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/zeezoey.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/11"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/zeezoey.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=10375"}],"version-history":[{"count":20,"href":"https:\/\/zeezoey.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10375\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10401,"href":"https:\/\/zeezoey.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10375\/revisions\/10401"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/zeezoey.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/10387"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/zeezoey.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=10375"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/zeezoey.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=10375"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/zeezoey.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=10375"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}