I love cats too much and I don't love people enough

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FB is dropping Sparky off at his sister's house on his way home from working out of town. I didn't realise that my previous visit with her would be my last, so I'm kind of sad. I cried over it like a little girl; I really would have loved to adopt her. My buddy can't handle four cats though and she and Sookie did not get along. Both had started

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[piroshki]

I don't know that I necessarily agree with that article. I feel a hell of a lot happier knowing I've done a really good job, especially under difficult conditions, and going home alone to luxuriate in it, than I ever have after any sort of physical interaction (i.e. a hug or whatever), even when I'm piss-drunk. For that matter, when I'm drunk I'm more likely to be antisocial and likely to hit somebody with a chair who forces a hug on me than not.

...then again I'm weird and seriously fucked-in-the-head, so I'm probably not the best representation of that.

I'm really sorry you had to give up one of your kitties, even a foster-kitty. I think that's why I never got into fostering cats. I hate letting go. Social activity with cats is fine. It's people that squick me out!