Five in the mo-o-orning...

I awoke to a clattering sound and after laying there, unworried, I decided to get up and look around. I figure it was a cat thing and, indeed, she'd knocked over a frame on a window sill and was no where in sight. Not even in the usual corners or beneath spaces.

"Where could Jennie be?" I wondered, quite sleepy yet slightly distraught.

She's a shy, bit of skittish but mewing kitty cat. Not quite the shoulder sleeper that Twila was. Sure Twila could fit in a teacup yet she was more of an initiator than Miss Jennie.

'Meewww. Mewwww." Jennie coos to me from around the corner. She is easy to purr but hasn't yet jumped upon my lap. Takes some encouragement and a pick up with Jennie.

Anyways, after scouring my place, I finally thought to look behind the sliding glass door shades. And there she was.

In bed, I lay wide awake with bouncing thoughts about my new car purchase. I questioned, internet researched and lamented a bit about the big investment I just made.

"Oh my goodness."

Then to quelch some of this unsureness, I went into the garage to pay my new car (name: Pixie?) a visit. I looked under the hood: looked in pristine condition; put the slush floor mats in place: good thing to have; and sat in the driver's seat. This whole process calmed my nerves and confirmed that I did AOK! Dear Delores, while fixable, was on her way out, I believe. And it was just time.

The moral of the story here is to have patience for myself. Jennie Cat needs time to feel more comfortable here. I need to be patient with myself and go through whatever processes that help me feel grounded and confident. I'm thankful to have this growing awareness and ability to put this all into practice.