People who know me, know how much my cats mean to me.
Porkey, Tabby, Athena, Whiskers and Sylvester.
When my family talks to me, they're always asking "how are the critters? how are the cats?" My family, the people who know me the closest know that I love them, care for them the best that I can, and that they mean a lot to me in my life.
Sometimes they, as well as some friends in my life, have referred to them as my kids. And that is quite true.
They are like my kids. I wake up with them in the morning. I miss them as I get ready to head off to work leaving them here. They are as excited to see me come home during the day and at the end of my work night as much as I am glad to see them.
They make me cry in things they do that upset me...
They make me laugh when they do things that are silly...
And they make me feel very loved with things that they do that show me that they appreciate me as an owner, a provider for them, and someone who has given them a home and rescued them from an unknown life elsewhere at an animal shelter or on the street.
They are like my kids and I am protective of them.
Someone that I used to know only a few months back told me something that I have heard before but has stuck in my mind the past few weeks. They are a single mother and they are not very apt to just bring new guys home of someone they might be dating to meet her sons because she didnt want them to get attached to the person only to have the guy leave shortly or not stick around for the long-term.
Similarly, I have become that way with my cats. People in my very near past have shown me that even those that are the closest to you in your life, that claim to care for you and show concern for you, can not necessarily be who they say they are. I have dated a few people in the past few years since I have had my cats, they have met my cats and shown them affection and my cats have gotten used to someone new around here. Normally it's just me and almost always me. But they like to meet new people.
I cant begin to say that I know what animals thing, but I like to guess. What must my cats think about when I come home crying...
When I come home feeling upset or depressed...
When the weekend comes and instead of having friends to hang out with or a woman to romanticize, I spend my times alone hanging out by myself...
When I bring someone home to meet them and express even to them when we're just here how much I care for another person, only to have that person leave me in my life...
My cats are a part of my life. Therefore what someone does to me, they do to them too.
I can accept someone doing something to me as I can deal with it on my own.
My cats.... are my weak spot. I have always told myself that people cross the line when they do things that outright disrespect my pets or do something that woudl adversely affect them and their life or well being.
Do what you want to me as I dont care. But do something to affect my cats in a bad manner, and that's when I have to stand up.
After some recent thinking I have gotten to the point of knowing just how much my cats are like my kids.
I may not have given birth to them, but they are MY CATS.
Make me homeless and broke and left alone if you want...
But make my cats homeless, live with an owner who struggles to buy them food, or does somethign to affect their life where we don't have a good place to live or survive at...
There are some things in my life that I can forgive and forget.
Cross me and you may be forgiven or forgotten for what has gone on...
Cross my cats, my kids, my life...you'll find out what its forgiven and forgotten...
And what isn't.
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