October 7th, 2009
|10:40 pm - can't win wednesdays|
I got home tonight in very low spirits and walked into the den just completely exhausted and deflated and dejected and I felt very lonely.
The cat, who is known for his occasional bouts of empathy, walked in and said "I'll be your friend!" and sat down near me.
Then I accidentally stepped on his tail and he yowled and ran out of the room.
This story is not allegorical, but feels like it almost should be.
|Date:||October 8th, 2009 03:45 am (UTC)|| |
I felt really low yesterday and so indulged in asking my friends for a booster. Everything I read in other people's journals seemed destined for nothing but misery and turmoil. So I asked for people to share something positive and...it is amazing the number of positive things people are thinking and doing.
Don't loose hope.
That's happened to me. I think it has happened to most people who are friends with a cat. He still loves you. And so do we!
Ugh, tis the suck. For what it's worth it was good to see ya again last night. Spiffy Fantastic Four shirt and all. :)
I've got a mock-allegorical cat story from Wednesday, too.
I came home to a massive pile of poo in the middle of my carpet. It was created by the cat who I've half-bankrupted myself to keep alive, and who I spend 20 minutes a day giving medication.
I believe this means that I am stupid, but maybe that's just the Wednesdays talking.