I have six cats…yes SIX! I live in a small 2 bedroom apartment above a knitting shop in a small town. I have 6 litter boxes…yes SIX! I spend more on my cats in a month than I do on myself…litter, food, treaties, litter, litter, litter.
Struggling financially and it was suggested a few times by different people that I give up some of my cats. I thought about this for a hot second and immediately rejected the absurdity. These cats are my babies. They help keep me somewhat sane. They, along with my two-legged, nearly 14-year old baby, are my life. Suppose that’s strange to say my cats are my life but they are.
I landed myself in the hospital at the end of last year for depression and all I could think about was getting back home to my 7 babies. Didn’t much care about seeing anyone else, sorry friends, but these critters. I would even venture to say I’m a bit antisocial because I am the cat lady. These critters love unconditionally, entertain endlessly, and well despite the masses of poo and hairball puke, make me super happy.
Some people are dog people, some dislike animals full stop, but I cannot imagine my life without these critters. I NEED them. And by need I mean, I would not survive without them.
I’m not sure why I decided to proclaim my cat madness today but figured why not. I haven’t posted in some time and not feeling incredibly creative at the moment but wanted to write with hopes to getting back at it regularly. So stay tuned.
In the meantime, cuddle those furry and not so furry critters…they are the glue to life.