Saturday, August 27, 2011

Some days are better than others.

It's true for the cats and it's true for people.

Fluffy has moments where he can't resist the urge to charge after another kitty's food.  That is when I have to be quick.  I can't physically keep him from charging, but I can keep him from getting the prize.  We've had a couple of days like that around here this week.  Just when you think there is no hope for that cat he suddenly plays by the rules.  >.> Today was a good day for him.

I have someone in my life who is much the same, we'll call her Cybil, everyday is grump, grump, grump.  For her life is not good. You can hear it in her plaintive meow:  I use to be someone and now because my self esteem sucks I feel less than someone and  I am unhappy. And if I'm unhappy by all the gods everyone in my proximity will hear my whine and be unhappy too.

I'm in the process of socializing Fluffy and have little patience for trying to socialize Cybil too. She has to learn to be happy all by herself.  I can't make her happy, gods know in the past I've tried.  I'm done.

All I can say is:  I'm sorry life sucks, I'm sorry you made wrong choices, and continue to make wrong choices. If it wasn't what you wanted the first go around, what makes you think it is what you want this time?  Just say'n.  Be happy you have a job.  I'm sorry that at times you actually have to work, I realize that this is a hardship for you...but we all have to work from time to time.  If you'd retract your claws, temper you plaintive meows and perhaps cease from growling altogether, you'd find that there are people who would scratch your ears.  Right now the fear of being bitten is too strong to even attempt stretching forth a hand because quite frankly, I don't know if you've had your shots.

Oops, this turned into a rant.  I should delete but I'm keeping it.  It felt good to say what we've all been thinking. 

Sorry 'bout the cats Julie.  Next post I promise no felines.


  1. lol nice analogy. I think I can be friends with people like that in internetland because, really, I don't KNOW if they're like that. I mean, I don't know if they've caused their own problems. So it's easier to be supportive and just love them.

    But in Real World you can tell, and I've learned to see them coming and avoid. I mean, avoid becoming friends outside of work--entangled. They tend to be very self-involved, self-centered, and at some point it will piss me off and I'll just end up having to cut off the friendship. I'd rather just not start it. No patience.

    For cats it's easier, cause I can call them bad names and swear at them. Or in Evil Minion's case, feed her in bedroom so she doesn't eat Haley's food. Cause she is FAST!

  2. I just read the previous post, so I see the Fluffy story. For the record, Evil Minion doesn't eat Haley's food because (despite her name) she's evil. She's just the dominant cat. But worse than that, she's unbelievably hyper and fast. It's like living with the Tasmanian Devil. If I fed Haley first, then waited for her to finish before feeding EM, I wouldn't be alive to tell the tale.

    Fluffy's got the seeds of a gentleman in him, methinks.

  3. I socialised some baby kitties recently - well, not so recently I guess. They were a pack of 5 foster kittens. Adorable, but way too hissy! I fixed that. hehe

  4. Fluffy is FAST. We'll keep working with him.