What the hell?

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Those bastards.

And you think I'M a crazy cat lady....

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Love his face when he's in the backpack, chillin with his poppa!

Speaking of cats, Sam, our new cat? Toilet paper the world over better live in fear, because that cat LOVES it. Not only did he pull all the paper off the roll in Youngest's bathroom, but he attacked a poor defenseless roll in our bathroom and ripped it to shreds. Crazy bastard.

Meet Sammy

The newest member of our family, Sammy is about 14 months old. He is a rescue kitty, and he has wasted no time becoming comfortable with us.



According to the lady at the Humane Society, Sammy had two strikes against him. He's black, and he's long haired. Apparently they are the hardest cats to find homes for. Poor Sammy had been there for over 2 months. He was a little rough, so we have spent a ton of time brushing him. He has really bonded with Hubbs-he's so grateful to have been rescued, poor guy.



As you know, I lost Newman a few months ago, and we really felt Cleo -this nutjob-



needed a friend. So, we are now the proud owners of two crazy black kitties. And yes, I am officially a crazy cat lady.

Rest in peace, Newman. I miss you old man.

Goodbye Newman

I had to put my cat down yesterday. My entire family is totally and utterly devastated.

He was more than just a cat, he was part of my family, and my last link to my mother. It was a very hard decision to make. He was very old, arthritic, diabetic, and losing his sight and hearing. The vet said even if we could get the diabetes under control, he was so old that it was just a matter of time before it was something else.

So we spent the day with Newman, feeding him his favorite treats, taking him outside so he could feel the sunshine and wind. Then we took him to the vet, held him in our arms, and let him go.

I told him what a good cat he was, and how much we will miss him. I also told him to say hello to my sister and mother when he sees them on the other side.

The weird thing? When we were putting him down, the song we played at my sister's funeral was playing.

Goodbye Newman. I'll miss you old man.

Crazy Cat Lady Chronicles

Hubbs and I have had several long cats (I just typed cats instead of talk, it's a typo and I'm leaving it) about Newman, and how far we'll go with this, and what the best thing to do is.

We are not wealthy people, and even if we were, there is a limit to what I am willing to do to keep a cat alive. I hear of people who put their cats on chemo, and feed them through feeding tubes in their necks, and I'm sorry but even to me that seems a little excessive. If I thought Newman was miserable I would put him down in a minute.

I spoke with our Vet today, and he said several things.

1. It is very possible that it is just old age. He is an old cat.

2. It could be something as simple as a bladder infection.

3. It could be a tumor, or some other life threatening problem.

4. If my cat was in pain, I would know it.

Here's what we're going to do. I'm taking him in tomorrow for a urine test. If he has an infection, we will put him on antibiotics, and problem solved. If he doesn't have a bladder infection, that means it's either just old age or something that is going to be painful and drawn out. Which means I will keep him comfortable for as long as I can, then I'm going to have to let him go.

I'm very, very sad over this turn of events. I love that goddamn cat so much, my heart literally hurts just thinking of him suffering, or dying. He has had a wonderful life with us, and we're very lucky we have had him for as long as we had.

I'll either be a complete basket case tomorrow, or I will be able to just get my cat some meds and go on with my life. I don't think that's the case, but we'll see. I'm quite positive it's old age, and I better just be prepared.

I'm also trying to separate the connection between my mother and the cat in my head. All this talk of dying, and sickness, and keeping him comfortable is bringing back all the stuff I went through when my mother was dying. That, and the fact that Mom and Newman were buds-she fed him for years until I brought him in to my home. It feels like my last connection with my mother, and I'm not ready to let it go, no matter how silly it may be.

See?

Even Cleo is worried about Newman-she's watching him sleep.

Make it STOP

I have had a really bad case of the wants lately. I'm not normally like this, and I've been studying myself trying to figure out why.

I think I'm focusing on stupid things instead of focusing on the things that are really bothering me. Clothes, money, whatever. When really-who cares? I have everything I need, and I mean everything. My husband adores me, and there is nothing he wouldn't do for me. My children are healthy, happy, and safe. My home is my own. I love my car. I have a semi well paying job. So why do I suddenly find myself comparing me to everyone around me?

Hubbs taught me a valuable lesson last night-"Run your own race." Instead of worrying about what she has, or how much money he makes, just live your own life. If you waste your time comparing yourself to other people you will go insane. So, run your own race.

I'm trying-I really am. But right now, running my own race means focusing on me, and I just can't.

My cat is on the downhill slide. It happened again, and now I'm sure-he is losing bladder control in his sleep. I know it's just a cat, blah blah blah, but I am severely fucked in the head over this.

My son's (I don't even want to say father, because Hubbs is his father) dna donor didn't even send a card or call on his 13th birthday. He's a teenager now, and that ass couldn't even acknowledge it? It broke my heart when Youngest looked at me and said "Was there anything in the mail for me?" and I had to say "No."

Life is too much for me right now, it really is. It's been a solid week that I've been trapped in this mood, and I just want it to stop. I'm tired. And oh so very sad. Deep down, heart broken sad.

Wow

I lost a follower! I had 8, and now I'm down to 7....what does it mean? I've stopped talking about guns? Someone saw a post, thought I was their kind of woman, saw an emotional post, and said "screw it?"

Could it be.....all the silly cat posts? Well, here's one for ya-


more animals

I'm sorry, I find me hilarious....

Pirate Cat

Aarrghh, matey. If that light flashes in my eyes one more time I'll be swabbing the deck with yer skull, I will.

Satan Cat...

Is in your kitchen, showing contempt for your dirty towel......

Newman

I love this damn cat.

Hilarious!

Does anyone remember that old SNL skit about the man who didn't know how to use the stairs?

Here's the feline version.

Laugh. It's Friday!

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Say It Out Loud

To my cat, after we replaced the windows in the bedroom-

"Cleo! Don't lick the caulk!"

Hello, Newman

Newman is a rescue cat. His turn ons are cat nip, tuna, and the sound of a can opener. His turn offs include loud noises, paper bags, and water.

Newman is our Playcat of the Month!