I finally yelled at Cat.

She kept coming into my room to complain, and it was getting on my nerves. But... I let it go for the most part and tried to be pleasant. Eventually, she came in one too many times and went into her spiel about how she was no good for me, and I deserved better, and she should just live alone, yadda yadda yadda!

And I ( Read more... )

You may have noticed here very recently that I'm back to bitching about Cat ( Read more... )

I'm so tired of dealing with reality.

The world news is awful enough, and I have seen it coming for a very, very long time. We are cushioned from the worst of it where we live, and this is by design of course. But once I catch the gist of things, I have turned away from doomscrolling more than maybe 15 minutes a day. I can't take too much of it in ( Read more... )

Yesterday, after Cat got home from work, she and Mike and I all found a spot to bury Jazz. The curly willow in back is from the house I lived in before moving to Ohio for the last time, and so it has my energy from long ago attached to it. As we were standing there discussing if by the curly willow, an Admiral butterfly, in the same colors as Jazz' ( Read more... )

I now realize that Jazz had an aggressive form of cancer in her digestive track somewhere-- it became obvious the last 3 days of her life. My poor baby wasn't in pain until the end, but she was uncomfortable, and I'm glad we had medication to give her to ease that. I'm glad I got an extra week to have my cat in my room (where she didn't come in ( Read more... )

For the last three days, I've had derealization panic attacks late afternoon/early evening. I finally got in touch with a fellow panic attack victim, and she was GOOD for my soul! I have so much on my plate, and then Cat got weird and moody, and THAT on top of the rest sent me into "AAACK!" mode. I turned into Bill the cat (for those of you who ( Read more... )

To prove I meant it, I asked Cat if she wanted to do the Scary Stuff monthly meeting this weekend-- and she did ( Read more... )

In a private post, I bitched about how Cat was freaking me out to the point of awful, churning stomachaches with her out loud complaints about how she couldn't handle things and wanted to quit-- quit dealing with people socially, quit living at Heron House, or quit living altogether ( Read more... )

One thing that helped distract me recently while I was reeling from the revelations of my hypnosis session was Mike finishing his next book! My roomie has been really nose-to-the-grindstone working on this project non-stop over the last 9 months or more (13 years total from the time he had the idea for the story to begin with, he says) and for it ( Read more... )

Well... Cat has been working at her new job, at a company that I'm calling "Dot Matrix", for over two weeks now, and it's working out better than she hoped ( Read more... )