OMG THIS IS THE CUTEST THING I HAVE EVER SEEN.
OMG THIS IS THE CUTEST THING I HAVE EVER SEEN.
First, I seriously apologize for the amount of weird cat lady posts. Maybe I should say resurgence of cat lady posts? I know it’s ridiculous, esp since I’m all “75 pics of your kids making the same face is lame!” I’m a hypocrite. I’ll deal.
I woke up this morning to this guy tucked between my limbs at the foot of the bed. When he realized I was awake he uncurled himself and came up to say hi. He didn’t leave my side all night. ♥ It’s been almost 24 hours since I brought him through the door and let my home become his. He eased right in. He follows me room to room. He plays like a kitten. (He might’ve been humping my leg last night though. Awkward.) He is so fun to watch.
It’s very bittersweet. I was ready. I AM ready. But having another cat here makes me miss Trouble even more. When Rufus crawled up to me this morning I loved it but felt a kick in the gut of sadness. The way Trouble greeted me, how well he knew me. The love he gave me every day. I will always miss my boy. My first kitty. First best friend.
A couple nights ago I thought the lamest thing ever… I’d met some cats, people trying to give me theirs, email forwards of adoptables, etc. I cleaned a missed tuft of Trouble hair off the back of the couch and in my head thought, dammit, help me find the right one.
And then yesterday this guy settled right into my arms. I picked him up. He purred, started kneading me, and it felt like I shouldn’t leave him.
I romanticize. But if there is any such thing as divine intervention I think my dearly departed Trouble Fats did me a solid.
I’m lame. So what.
THIS IS THE WORST THING EVER TO HAPPEN ON TV IN THE HISTORY OF TV EXCEPT FOR THAT LITTLE DICKHEAD KINNARD ON THE WIRE.
BRB, in mourning.
I’ve been hitting backspace every time I start to write. I don’t know how to start it, but I want to document it. I want to get it down so I don’t forget.
20 days ago, November 4th, I came home from work to find no kitty waiting for me at the door. This cat that ran to the door when he heard me pull up outside, and demanded to give me welcome hugs every time I returned home. I called him. He didn’t come.
I knew immediately something was wrong. I checked my room to see if he was just sleeping on the bed, I checked his litter box area to see if he was just busy, I checked the bathtub to see if he was in there catching drops from the faucet. I checked all these places even though I knew in my soul he wasn’t there, because I did not want to check his go-to when sick hiding spot behind the never-used chair in the corner of my living room.
I tried to get him to come out. I reached behind the chair to pet him and he croaked at me. I moved out the chair and tried to pick him up. He meowed from pain. I put him down and he stood still. It was like he couldn’t move and his tail was vibrating. I ran around my apartment trying to figure out what he ate. He ate everything. Little fucker. I couldn’t find any stray bits of plastic or open containers. The last time he wasn’t feeling good was because I shared too many goldfish crackers with him so I just thought he had an upset stomach. I looked for vomit everywhere but only found it when I stepped back into it. It looked different than I’d ever seen come from him. I sat back down next to him, just petting him. He purred for me. I thought, You’ll be okay, and I’d just let him be and he’d come out from hiding when he was feeling better because he always did.
He always did.
I sat on the couch trying to quell my own anxieties, talking to him. I arranged everything because I was going to pick him and lay on the couch cuddling him. He managed to make his way back behind the chair and I looked over at him, telling him I love him, begging him to come back out.
I’ll never forget the look on his face. The eye contact. It was like he was trying to tell me something. I think about that a lot. If I could have one minute of magic in the world I would use it to give him a voice at that moment, to just know what he was thinking.
I kept talking to him, petting him. I started to make dinner. He seemed to wake up a little more. Or at least he started moving some. He slowly made his way to the spot I’d found his vomit in and started gagging. I watched as nothing came up. Dry heaving. This cat had never dry heaved in his life and when I looked I saw foam. This is what freaked me out. This is when I started calling vets. I finished cooking. I told the lady on the phone I wasn’t sure if I’d be bringing him. But he laid in the corner of the dining room lazily, occasionally looking up at me, alert but lethargic. It just wasn’t right.
I said fuck it, fuck overdrafting my bank account, this cat is my family, my best friend. Seeing him in pain was killing me. Not being able to help. I threw my clothes back on. When I turned on the light in my bedroom I found vomit all over the bed that I’d missed before. He must’ve been sleeping and gotten sick.
20 days ago I put him in his crate and took him to get better. 20 days ago I came home without him. His kidneys were shutting down. He couldn’t pee. The crystals had been so backed up in his body that on the xray you could see a thick white line all the way out of him, like someone had drawn it with a marker. It had been happening for awhile. I had no idea. His box had pee spots in it the whole time. He never gave me any indications. I thought his peeing on the floor was just his way of getting even with me for going back to work and not being home. “He will pass away, probably tonight,” the vet said. He couldn’t even clear him out it was so bad. His organs were overlapping each other and he couldn’t have gotten through without nicking something that might cause him to bleed out. The only option that might have worked would’ve been a surgery that rerouted his urethra, but it probably would have happened again. “In two months or two years.” But $1700 would’ve kept him alive long enough for me to love him some more.
I called people. I texted. I tried to post on Facebook begging but I got no signal in that stupid room.
Money is funny.
I just kept petting his head, kissing him, telling him I loved him. I scratched his chin and he purred. He wasn’t fighting at that point. It was almost like he was content. His eyes were heavy like he was napping. And I knew. I just knew. He was in too much pain.
I stayed with him the whole time. I petted his head as he went down. Everything you hear from vet techs is that your animals do look for you when they are being put to sleep. I didn’t want him to be alone with strangers. He needed me. I was his just as much as he was mine. Our bond was insane. I know people say that but if you’d ever seen us together you’d understand — my landlord’s girlfriend only met him one time and said to me “He loved you so much. I’ve never seen a cat love like that.” We’d been threw everything together. We were best friends. We were family. He was the only family I had left. The first and only being in this world that loved me as much as I loved him, and showed me what unconditional genuine love is supposed to be. The only thing that kept me from going under when I lost my job, or kept me from giving up when the last of my family died knowing that he needed me to survive because I was his world and hope. He was everything to me. I can only hope that I gave him back everything he gave me.
I know death well. But this hurt differently.
I had him cremated and his ashes are with the rest of my “collection” (my mother, my grandmother) on a shelf. I saved his collar and his favorite mouse. They sent me his paw print. I framed it.
You saved my life so many times. I’m so sorry I couldn’t save yours.
Homeless guy just approached me asking me for change saying he lost his EBT card, and now can’t get food or cash on the fourth. As I was already digging into my wallet he went on to tell me how he doesn’t have any family to help. Maybe it struck a cord, because I am always scared that I will end up that way…alone, no help, trying to find some comfort or maybe it was out of the idea that he’d go away faster, but I gave him some of my laundry money. Money I’d barely scraped together myself.
Before I could hand him the coins he said thank you so much, and dug into his pockets for something to give me in return. Half smoked cigarettes that I saw him scour the pavement for across the street or a pen.
The lady in the laundromat with all her kids eating vending machine snacks had told him she had nothing. I saw her give me a look when I gave him change.
But it is so cold tonight, and he was very polite when he said thank you for listening even though the woman told him no.
Took a contract job because permanent employment eludes me. He’s not used to me being gone anymore. He heard me pull up and waited at the door yowling until I got up the stairs and inside and picked him him up and put him on my shoulder, where he dug his claws in and wouldn’t let go while nuzzling me to death. I put him down so I could go pee and he was like OMG HELL NAW and meowed at me until I picked him back up. THE SEPARATION ANXIETY!
I love him though. He’s a cute boy.
I am guilty of the first half of this list. :\
I’m not a stranger to death. I’m not a stranger to death by suicide. It’s something I know well, and I get heated up when I hear someone say something completely self-serving like “Suicide is so selfish!"
These words were kind and to the point and I teared up reading them. So I wanted to share. The end.
If you get in my car and fuck up my floor mat because you cannot sit with your feet still like a normal person FIX IT. That is so so so annoying. I can’t tell you exactly why, it just is. And if I ask you to fix it because I clearly can’t reach over from the driver seat and do it myself don’t act like I’m being a weird tyrant, just do it, or the next time we will be like Turner and Hooch and you’ll be outside the car on the stick leash.
My girl Nicki gets this right.
So a fat girl goes to the fast food drive through. She orders a super sized number 15, with two apple pies, a chicken sandwich, and a Diet Coke.
Why does she order the Diet Coke?
The punchline of the joke, if you haven’t heard it already, is that she orders the Diet Coke because she’s watching her weight.
Which is bullshit.
The punchline of the joke makes fun of fat girls for thinking that a diet soda will make all the calories of the meal (all 1500 or so) just magically not count anymore. Diet soda makes all the bad things go away, so long as you drink it last. It’s like multiplying times zero, really.
This is disgusting. Fat girls aren’t stupid (okay, most of them – just like with all groups, you get some duds in there), they’re fat! I’m fat! I do not drink Diet Coke with my Mega Meal because I think it’s going to help me lose weight, I drink it because unlike some people, I don’t want any sugar with my caffeine!
This is beyond accurate. I rarely eat drive through food, but it translates into other food-in-public situations. Sometimes I feel like even if I just order a side of fries and nothing else at a restaurant, then say “diet” when they take my drink order, I’m making a spectacle of myself. Like somewhere in the back of the place someone’s LOLing at my personification of a fucking stereotype.
The simple fact is that I stopped drinking sugary drinks years ago because I hated the way my mouth felt all the time, and since then the tiniest bit of sweetness in food or drink sticks out like I’m putting gasoline on my tongue. If I eat, say, half a cookie I feel the need to go brush the syrupy feeling off my tongue. Since I don’t ingest a lot of sugary things anymore I’ve become especially sensitive to it when I do, and sometimes I even get those annoying swollen tastebuds from a shock of sugar that my body isn’t used to. It’s uncomfortable. As much as one full glass of Pepsi can do it.
Basically, I drink diet because I like my mouth to feel clean. If I thought that shit was really about dieting I wouldn’t be eating fast food/take out in the first place.
Seen on some TV app. Not inaccurate.
Also amusing because I watched The Wire during the Boardwalk Empire hiatus so now Chalky White ain’t the same.
I have hated this on princple since they announced the remake, BUT HOLY CRAP. I kind of can’t wait.