The Mormon Cat Lady

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In memory of my beloved fur daughter Sabrina who passed to the Rainbow Bridge in December of 2017. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OugLmGjMCzQ&index=1&list=PLKWLSOMZp4UGIEAysF6yJ1_x70tp3PuZm

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So today I'm going to blog about why I've named this blog The Mormon Cat Lady. I'm infertile but also child free by choice. I have Post Traumatic Stress Disorder and Post Traumatic Psychosis so there is no way I can have kids and not ruin their lives. There is also the fact that I despise small children. I hate how they get underfoot. I hate how they constantly monopolize the attention. I hate how they shriek through meetings. I hate how they interrupt. I hate their shrieky little voices. Go ahead and be offended. I don't care. My cats are a true comfort to me! Bartholomew always knows when  I need to be comforted. Bart is ten years old, brown tabby with long fur who looks big until you get him wet and realize this cat is all hair and eyes! Bartholomew is more comfort to me than ten sons-he knows when I need to cry and is all in my arms licking tears off my face and mewling sympathetically. When I was undergoing chemotherapy Bart would lie next to me in bed all da

I realise now of course that acts of faith are carried out in every day actions. My own mother was very much like that. She never was one for maudlin displays of emotion or booming declarations of love. Mother's love was present in the fact that I never went to school or bed hungry. I wore the latest fashions to school and to dances I had an allowance large enough to treat myself and others to smokes and candy at teen dances and even though my mother and I argued about me smoking and my wardrobe she always allowed me to make my own mistakes. I laugh now at how, age fourteen, I'd saunter out the door in a micro dress the size of a postage stamp. My poor father would say "Sheila, you're not letting her out of the house like that!" and Mom would say, "Albert, that's how young girls dress these days! She's just being fashionable." Even though she hated my wardrobe choices she always defended me. Mom's love was present in the fresh-baked bread