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How is it that someone I love very much can abruptly become so maliciously cruel?
My love is uniquely handsome with his beguiling green eyes, sleek gray hair and milk white beard. His kisses are sweet and I feel so contented when in his embrace. Yet, those captivating eyes that gaze upon me in utter devotion constrict in jealously when I give attention to others in the family. Just yesterday, I was downstairs and talking with little Emma when she casually looked up, and there he was, at the top of the stairs glaring at both of us. Feeling frightened, Emma ran into another room. When I do cuddle with him, his tolerance is short lived and his eyes transition to a coldhearted expression. If I don’t notice the sudden change in his demeanor and walk away, he will attempt to hurt me. Recently, we were hugging, and his expression of adoration abruptly changed to one of hatred and he bit me on the arm. There are times when he has searched me out in attempt to satisfy his animalistic instincts, so I need to be extra vigilant to protect myself from his advances.
You ask “Why do I tolerate this abusive behavior?” Why? Because I love him!
When around him, I have to be ever so careful to protect myself from spontaneous assaults. Even when in another room, I need to be conscientious of his whereabouts. Like a cat after his prey, he may stealthily sneak up at any time and take a piercing bite out of my leg. Recently, as I sat reading in our bedroom, he unexpectedly jumped on me from the side of the chair and bit into my arm. Not only did this hurt physically, it hurt my feelings. Why does he act this way?
Insane you say? Yes, I probably am for tolerating his behavior. But I love him!
When relaxing in my recliner chair, I have to barricade myself against potential attacks. Even when the environment is warm, I must cover myself in a thick blanket and be on the alert for the sly assailant. When I am in bed, he has been known to suddenly leap upon me in an attempt to bite. Because of this fanatical behavior, I remain under the blanket, even when the room temperature is overly warm. I just don’t understand why someone who is usually so lovable and charming can suddenly turn into a vicious beast.
Yet, I continue to live with him; because I love him!
His wooly little face is so endearing and I enjoy nuzzling his soft furry body. When he stretches out on the bed and there is a ray of sunshine gleaming on his body, he is just too appealing to resist and I have to go to him. Yet, I must be careful not to over-stimulate him, for fear of what he might do to injure me.
The attacks are less frequent now because I have learned to read the signals and I know to protect myself; because I love him!
I have known him since he was a flea-infested handful of matted charcoal fluff that had been abandoned in the bushes. I raised him and cared for him as my own child. But even at a young age, he exhibited signs of aggressive behaviors. I tolerated it, with only minor discipline. Now, he is an adorable adult, but sometimes, he is outright villainous. When he rolls onto his back, and paws at the air like a kitten, my heart melts. And oh, that purring is music to my ears! His name is Dusty and he has a mean streak.
This little gray kitty is an important part of my life, and even though he may hurt me, I endure the attacks, because I love him!
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