Seriously though, this is fucking irritating when it is brought up! Basic conversation goes something like this:
“I have three cats,”
“You have THREE CATS?!”
“Well, I had two, but my mom didn’t want the one she had, because her dog keeps trying to eat it, and now the cat won’t come out anymore. So my mom says she won’t get rid of the dog, and I need to get the cat. No biggie.”
“You’re becoming a crazy cat lady!”
Chuckle. Chuckle. Chuckle.
Yeah. Real fucking funny, dickwad.
People don’t always know the back story to why people are a certain way or why they have the pets they do. Maybe I am a tad crazy, and my cats remind me of this everyday. They remind me that what I thought was going to be a happily ever after turned out to be singly ever after instead. And who got left with the cats? I did. Me. I wasn’t heartless enough to leave them behind with some loser. They weren’t man enough to take their pet with them. Reminders. That’s what they are. Every. Single. Day.
Pets are family, and they are usually brought into homes to extend the family already there. They are symbols of happiness and love and whatever else people want to make them to be. Sometimes they are companions when you are living alone. Sometimes they are the children you can’t have. Sometimes they are the friends you need to unload all your problems on, because they won’t give you shitty advice or give you those what-the-fuck-are-you-doing-with-your-pathetic-life looks. Maybe a weird facial expression filled with confusion, but they don’t judge you. They listen and then want to be petted, or they want to curl up in your lap, or they just want to poop on your shoulder, or maybe they just want to munch on some lettuce or swim in circles. Swimming unjudgingly.
I’m not trying to sound all whiny or anything, because not everyone knows how the words they speak affect others. I’m sure I have offended countless others by the things that have rolled off my tongue. Only after they come spewing out do I realize that what I just said might be taken entirely wrong. I am a sensitive person. I am easily affected by the words of others. I try to be as rubbery as I can, but some people can just be dicks with their choice of words. We all know this. When I am not in a shitty mood, I can take it, and I can dish t right back, but there are those days when seemingly everyone sucks ass.
But back to the reminders that pets are…
I sort of took a left turn to nowhere back there. Whoops.
Anyway, reminders. Almost forgot. 😉
I love my cats. I don’t really see them as the horrible reminders that they truly are. They are there to pure me asleep (and awake, little assholes), and they take every opportunity to be right in my face when I am trying to wash it or put makeup on (assholish thing to do…), and they talk to me every chance they get (usually for food, attention or just to be annoying assholes at 3am), and they are always there to cuddle with me (I love picking them up and squeezing the shit out of them. I get to be an asshole too). Sometimes I do feel like they hold me back. I wish I could live in my car again. I really do. It was nice to have such a change from reality. It took me out of my comfort zone. It forced me to get out and do more. Now I just feel like I do nothing.
At least I have my three cats with me when I am home to help make me feel less crazy. 🐈
-Bonnie
This is Harley, because she purrs like one. She’s the re-addition and was originally 2 of 3.
This is Sausage, because she is fat. 3 of 3.
This is Cali Lily. She was adopted inHawaii on Kauai. First of three.
Bonnie’s Beach 🏖 