Hah, who am I?
I don't know if I'm scared of being alone, or scared not to be?
This realization has pushed me even further toward the goal of becoming a crazy cat lady.
The kitties will understand my pain.
For the kitties, they provide affection without the pretense of it being anything more than seduction for sweet delicious kibbles in their bowl. Also, they might be tenderizing me, because they are shrewd and most probably have noticed that I am primarily composed of meats.
The kitties themselves will not be confused as to why they do these things they do, with possible exceptions including that thing where if you run your finger over the base of their backs their butt will generally go up into the air no matter how hard they desire to sit or lay down. They won't accidentally get entangled into my scarred and mostly dead world and then ruin things worse in their desperate need to escape me. Although, I'm thinking if I get the crazies, my hair may suffer and become a scarred and mostly dead world, and then this metaphor will also work for that, except for that the kitties will ruin it when they get trapped in it and try to escape, so it's kinda opposite, or maybe a disturbing simulacrum of reality.
But still.
Anyway, The main thing, is that I'm always feeling lonely, but it's constant and predictable. Every time I've tried to remedy that, though, it just makes that empty place inside more consuming and encompassing.
Kitties appear to be the best solution.
This realization has pushed me even further toward the goal of becoming a crazy cat lady.
The kitties will understand my pain.
For the kitties, they provide affection without the pretense of it being anything more than seduction for sweet delicious kibbles in their bowl. Also, they might be tenderizing me, because they are shrewd and most probably have noticed that I am primarily composed of meats.
The kitties themselves will not be confused as to why they do these things they do, with possible exceptions including that thing where if you run your finger over the base of their backs their butt will generally go up into the air no matter how hard they desire to sit or lay down. They won't accidentally get entangled into my scarred and mostly dead world and then ruin things worse in their desperate need to escape me. Although, I'm thinking if I get the crazies, my hair may suffer and become a scarred and mostly dead world, and then this metaphor will also work for that, except for that the kitties will ruin it when they get trapped in it and try to escape, so it's kinda opposite, or maybe a disturbing simulacrum of reality.
But still.
Anyway, The main thing, is that I'm always feeling lonely, but it's constant and predictable. Every time I've tried to remedy that, though, it just makes that empty place inside more consuming and encompassing.
Kitties appear to be the best solution.