07.05
You’d think that having a new cat would help me to get over my baby’s death. Not this shitty kitty!
I just bought a new cell phone, and charger just a few days ago. I leave him alone for 5 minutes ( I had accidentallty forgot to recover the cord with a towel) and low and behold, I no longer have a charger for my phone!
Oh he wasn’t satisfied with all the cat waster products I had to pick up, all the clothes he’s ruined, the apholstery on my dungeon equipment that he has torn to shreds, and the getting all hyped up and biting and scratching me…NO. This little fucke has to destroy some thing very important that I use daily! My phone charger!!!!
I have given up on his name. He is cat, kitty, freak, freak show, dirty little nasty bastzard, shit machine, asshole, filthy little fucker…oh yes. I must be desperate for kitty companionship to allow this worthless little asshole destroy everything. I don’t want to share myself with other people very often, but I think I should of stuck with a female cat. I never had a problem with girl kitties. Boys are nicer, but I like prissy bitch kitties. My aAien was the most spoiled priss in the world!
Sorry about the shitty kitty- didn’t think he’d turn out quite as bad. I know nothing can replace Alien.
well, I actually love snuggling him sometimes, but he can be a real asshole.
Kitties…
I have been such a hermit, and anti-social since my own Kitty’s death that I did not realize that you had lost one too…I am soo sorry, and I know exactly what you feel as I am feeling it myself.
At least you have had the courage to get another kitty. I am afraid of getting another animal/person that I will just watch die eventually…I am sorry if I seem a little morbid, but in the last ten years I have experienced more death than I can cope with (at least now)…I was doing pretty well with most of it I thought until I watched my Kitty die in my arms. It brought home all of my friends who are gone (and I mean ALL)…I have only two or three friends from my past who are still alive. I know or am aquianted with a lot of people, but few of them are people who stuck by me even during the periods when I was not someone whom people wanted to be around (and were actually scared to have around). My kitty’s death just made me aware of how alone I have been, how alone I still am, and that I do not seem to have the people skills to get close to people very well….T’a (Hecubus, my kitty…he was called T’a because it is a contraction for the Spanish word “Aunt”…He was kind of Motherly with his Nephews and was constantly trying to get them to nurse from him when they were newborn) was/is a very special kitty to everyone who knew him. He was sort of like the best of both a cat and a dog. He loved every animal he met, and wouldn’t even kill mice (or play with them like other cats do) and was constantly trying to make friends with new kitties he met (unsuccessful for the most part…something that always upset him)….When he died I could see in his eyes that he couldn’t understand why I couldn’t make him better…..I felt horrible because I couldn’t tell him that he had cancer and that I couldn’t help him (aside from the fact that I didn’t find that out until after he died….)
Kitties dying can be terrible for those who love them, and it is often hard I have found for others to understand the connection that sometimes (often) occurs between cat and human….At leat you have a new little monster to love and be loved by…..