Eden Connor

What my cats do when they think I can't see them. (Spoiler : they cuddle 😯) #CatsOfBlueSky

Yes!

GRANOLA NAZI! I am screaming! 🤣😂😂🤣

Dead ahead, you'll start to meet the people who want to put a clock on your grief...for their comfort, no matter what they say. Ignore them, and know that you aren't alone. No one is in control of that ball, not you, not relatives, or friends, or counselors.

Grief is the price paid for love. 6/6

...balls aren't designed to be still.

Year 3 might be calm, while year 5 might feel as bad as year 1. (Affected by things out of your control, like that first grandchild, or having to teach your 15-year-old to drive.)

Grief, therefore, is not linear. No two people grieve the same. 5/?

There is no time limit, but the fact that the ball gets bounced around doesn't interfere with the shrinking. These things happen simultaneously.

Eventually, the ball (And I say this at 24 years, ok?) is pea-sized and it sits in a corner, mostly still. But, it's a ball, and... 4/?

There are a ton of 'firsts'. First grandchild w/o him, first (holiday). You feel like a seesaw--and people start tot ell you you 'need to move on'. (You absolutely do, you need to move on from these assholes who try to put a time limit on your grief).

But every day, the ball gets smaller. 3/?

Once the ball has shrank enough to not touch four walls, perhaps in a corner touching 2 walls, you start to feel like you might can bear the loss. But, then come the anniversaries...first birthday w/o him, first anniversary w/o him...etc. Those days, the ball is bouncing, eliciting more grief. 2/?

Most useful image (for me): Visualize your grief as a box. Inside the box is a ball that, right now, is just small enough to fit inside the box. Everywhere the ball touches the box elicits grief. The ball diminishes in size, but not right way, not on a schedule of any kind, but it does shrink. 1/?

The good days are over the horizon from where you are now. At 1 month, you're still in shock. Maybe you know the stages of grief: denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance.

Acceptance doesn't mean the grief will stop, it only means you accept the loss.

Lost my husband 24 years ago.

Strays of Our Lives. Omg, sign me up. How cute.

No, Boo. You're not in my way. #CatsOfBlueSky #TuxedoCats

He's sound asleep. #CatsOfBlueSky #DoesntThatHurt? #TuxedoCats

Bastion says "Hi, cuz!"

Boo loves his emotional support kitten. He hasn't bitten me once since Bastion arrived. #CatsOfBlueSky

I see these posts and wonder, do they not take his calls?

My first and second reaction to this clip was: Let them eat each other.

Polite cat fight. #FridayNiteFight #CatsOfBlueSky #TuxieTussle

I just wanna whack them all with the heaviest dictionary I can find.

The organ was a better hidey hole than our main fear, which was that he'd climbed up the inside of the chimney (where we found several silky, long, white hairs) and gone onto the roof. It was an insane four days, I tell you. 😸

Hope you enjoy this story as much as I did. I went on to read everything I could get my hands on by Amor Towles.

My mom had a cat that jumped out of the carrier and vanished. Searched the house for four days before we found the cat in the back of her organ. Had to take the back off to retrieve him. RIP Melek, you gorgeous jackass of a Turkish Angora.

The real crime is how that bit of food added up to $160.

Bastion, a black and white kitten, snoozes on my lap while Boo--who does NOT do laps whatsoever--reaches down from my desk to touch my knee with a single paw. In the process, the boys show off gleaming white whiskers for this mid-week day devoted to the admiration of whiskers.

Boo and his emotional support kitten, Bastion, would like your vote for best pair of whiskers on this #WhiskerWednesday. #CatsOfBlueSKy #TuxedoCats

Black and white kitten is sacked out and napping hard on my lap. Please note the mixed pink toe beans and black paw pad in bottom right of image.

POV: When your (crossed) leg is about to break but the baby isn't done napping.
Also, Boo's off to my right, glaring. Boo doesn't DO laps, but he's big mad that Bastion does.
#CatsOfBlueSky #TuxedoTuesday #Kittens

How lovely. Thank you for sharing your talent.

As for creating while the world burns, take what Toni Morrison said to heart. I'm a writer but I'd argue there's space inside her wisdom for creating things for no reason but to heal ourselves.
Well done! Keep turning, it's a skill I wish I'd learned.

Argh...8 weeks, not 18

Hello. I live in South Carolina and I knew the president is lying.

Tiny black and white kitten must be bribed with the dangling toy to pose for the camera. He had a black head, a white lower jaw, white blazes on his chest and between his front legs. His whiskers are white, he has white mittens on his front feet and white boots o his back legs. And oh, boy, is he cocky.

Older black and white cat stares at the black and white kitten sleeping on the loveseat behind a throw pillow. He wants his new toy to wake up and move.

Boo and I had a chat. He wanted a toy that moved on it's own, didn't have to be recharged. So, yesterday, I got him exactly what he asked for. Sorry about the recharging time, Boo. He's just a baby.
BlueSky, meet Bastian. He's 18 weeks old, and lord, is he ever cocky.
#CatsOfBlueSky #TuxedoCats