Responsibility

I'll just say it: I don't want a cat anymore. I can blame it on my roommate, but in reality I don't want the responsibility and I want to sleep at night. And if I have any energy to do anything, it makes more sense for me to spend that energy on finding a boyfriend. Or becoming a monk. 

So I sit here and watch games shows from the 80's. Which is a lot of fun actually. Password and Body Language.  Lucille Ball was still alive and on the shows. Funny as hell.

And it's sad that I fall into the trap of not being direct about it. With M. Who is still in my life but really shouldn't be, but I keep not being able to completely walk away.

OMG - ad for a razor made by Manscape called the lawnmower.

See!  Nice distractions. 

And he's a huge pet person and thinks the poor cat will never have a good home. But she will. Animals are going like hotcakes. :-)  And it's my life. 

 I might change my mind but not sure.

What's this about a cat?

 The cat I thought I would get...well I didn't. His mom was trying to tell her son that it's good he leaves before he has to and he was getting upset. And then she wasn't sure she'd actually have to find a new home. And that was overwhelming to me on Friday, so I told her Saturday I wasn't going to visit him/her Sunday. And Saturday I decided to go after Gwen who I had seen via Zoom at a shelter. Picked her up Sunday from her foster mom.

Now Gwen is 8 years old with a huge scar on her neck/back which not surprisingly she's sensitive about. She's been to one home at least, and not the right home they didn't pay attention to her needs and so she bit them. She can get sensitive...and has bit me twice even though I'm good at reading cats. But other than that, she is super sweet and super playful. Loves to sit on laps. 

My roommate is NOT good with shy/particular cats. A friend said to me today that he can picture my roommate only being good with large dogs. Kinda that person that lumbers through a room, and doesn't want to pay attention, and wants a normal cat (which is interesting since he's a psychiatrist that works with homeless people). That in addition to my anxiety about making sure I don't do anything to make her upset is leading me to not keep her. (I'm in a two week trial adoption mode.) 

 I felt like shit at first for feeling this, and am trying to just let it sit and see how I feel. Not just react. I have a therapist appointment tomorrow so she'll help me talk it through. I just donated money to the shelter to pay for food for animals... just in case Gwen goes back. In the meantime I'm giving her a good home.

Tragedy and Life and Embracing Death

 Friday we found out my youngest brother has stage 2 throat cancer. It's kinda a horrifying prospect. If chemo and radiation don't work (and feeding tube), they take out his voice box and his tongue. I'm still stunned but have not grieved. Instead, I had a migraine all day Saturday, saying to myself and others - I can't get the grief out. And Sunday morning for a few hours I was better, but then fell back down. Thing is, I know I can let it be ok. I did it in Massachusetts after visiting my brother and feeling stopped up. I let myself relax and allowed myself to physically feel ok. I didn't this time.

I'm distanced from it. My brother gets easily overwhelmed and my sister already took on the role of navigator. And she's gone all out. On all the doctor calls with him, looking up referrals, etc. Best I can do is try to support her. And the other brother with ALS who misses out on her attention.

But thankfully I had already decided and started networking about getting a cat. My therapy cat. It's friggin ridiculous here. Poof cats are gone from shelters. First cat I was offered was old, blind, few teeth, and on medication. Couldn't take that on. But my colleague's hairdresser is getting divorced and will have to live with her mom who has FIV cat, and so must give him up. 9years of living with him. I spoke with her for an hour Monday, and we bonded. I'll meet the cat (Leo - aka Chunky Monkey, or Fat Boy) and likely take him.  All 19 pounds of him (her 3 year old was feeding him all he asked for). That same day I was offered 2 other cats. Raining cats. But I'm likely going with Leo.  I'll post a photo of him once I get him, if I get him.