They aren't all getting along anymore: mommy's never home because she works so much and Baby Bob died so Robert is angry and agressive; and Charlie found another home; then we took in a cat who was being abused, but Robert doesn't like her; and blah blah blah.
So, between everyone not getting along and the blood and fur everywhere, not to mention the lashing out in behaviors (pee in inappropriate places; hissing fits; SCREAMING bloody murder fights) it's NOT COOL.
So, I did something I ***NEVER*** thought I would do: I posted on Facebook for friends to try to find homes for a few of the cats.
It was hard to do. So hard!!!!
What was worse? A guilt trip from someone about giving them up. And how much harder HER life has been than mine, but she kept her pets. At first, I just replied, responded to her statements - how hard it was. And that I would never abandon any of them, but one of them lives under the bed and that is no life and on and on. Total "defensive mode".
Then as the evening went by - I was at Choir rehearsal (for a non-profit charitable choir I sing with) I started thinking more about it. And I started getting angry. And I had to excuse myself twice because I started to cry. When I got home, I wrote her again and told her my feelings. She replied immediately with "I don't mean to make you feel that way, but...." but then again how her life is so much harder and "I wouldn't have offered to help if..."
None of it made me feel better. I feel worse actually.
Interestingly, I've never actually met this person. She is a friend of a DEAR friend of mine. I had always heard about her and we "connected" over facebook. And we have ALWAYS seen eye-to-eye! So this is weird. Unchartered territory. I'm essentially "in a fight" with a stranger.
Alternate train of thought here: I heard an article on NPR on Monday about language. This guy was studying words. (pardon me for not remembering his name, university, study, etc - i'm driving so I'm actually paying attention to the road and the rest is "comfort" information in my mind). Anyway, in this guy's study, the word "I" is important. If you use the word "I" in your sentence a lot, then, essentially, you are deferring seniority to the other person in the conversation. So, *I* guess that *I* shouldn't feel so bad because she used the word "I" a bunch in the conversation. So, maybe she WAS trying to make me feel better. But I only felt worse.
Animals are the unseen victim of this economy.
Incidentally, while I have been writing this, I had break up two cat fights - one where Robert had an almost absurd amount of Bella's fur hanging from his mouth (it would have been funny if i wasn't so pissed!).
Miss Piper is currently taking a bath behind me getting ready to settle in for a nap.
And KC has positioned herself on the desk in front of me with her purr on full-tilt!
They are crazy but I love them!
They are crazy but I love them!
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