A spider in my sleeve
I don't like to post so close to each other but it's necessary to me sometimes.
People have to understand that I'm not social. The last time I was social was an experiment to be so. Not a reality that I was.
I guess to put it plainly..I don't normally like people. At all. They irritate me and cause me much pain so I have a high dislike of them. In fact, the only creatures(save a few human beings) I've ever really loved--and I place intensely high emphasis on love-- are cats of all creatures. So, it would seem I'm one of those strange cat women you talk about. I say this really so that people might have an inkling of just how much I love my babies and grandbabies. Which is honestly what they are to me.
To my main subject. As if I weren't sick enough already that one of the only people I've ever been fond of has passed on, my very first baby who I've had for nearly a decade has died. He had blood coming out in his urine and he wasn't moving so much, and now it appears he's finished by dying in the feline manner of hiding away and letting go. One of my grandchildren is gone too. We've surmised that the highest cause of that is a hawk, and I don't even want to begin to imagine that mode of death. Bam of all of them...I'd say he was the most well liked.
I feel like I've been complaining a lot though. People must think me a stupid person for loving my cats more than most every other creature on this strange planet, and very depressing to be lamenting so frequently.
I'm sad though. Falling into that familiar depression I used to find solace in believe it or not.
People have to understand that I'm not social. The last time I was social was an experiment to be so. Not a reality that I was.
I guess to put it plainly..I don't normally like people. At all. They irritate me and cause me much pain so I have a high dislike of them. In fact, the only creatures(save a few human beings) I've ever really loved--and I place intensely high emphasis on love-- are cats of all creatures. So, it would seem I'm one of those strange cat women you talk about. I say this really so that people might have an inkling of just how much I love my babies and grandbabies. Which is honestly what they are to me.
To my main subject. As if I weren't sick enough already that one of the only people I've ever been fond of has passed on, my very first baby who I've had for nearly a decade has died. He had blood coming out in his urine and he wasn't moving so much, and now it appears he's finished by dying in the feline manner of hiding away and letting go. One of my grandchildren is gone too. We've surmised that the highest cause of that is a hawk, and I don't even want to begin to imagine that mode of death. Bam of all of them...I'd say he was the most well liked.
I feel like I've been complaining a lot though. People must think me a stupid person for loving my cats more than most every other creature on this strange planet, and very depressing to be lamenting so frequently.
I'm sad though. Falling into that familiar depression I used to find solace in believe it or not.