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.