I was doing well for a while. I could fit everything I needed to into a day, without feeling like I spent all my time working. It was good.
But I’m completely off my game lately. It’s a struggle to sit down and write, or draw, or open a textbook. Some days, I can convince myself to do one of those things, but when it’s over, I feel like I need to spend the rest of the day recovering.
I know what sort of schedule works for me. I know that I can be productive without killing myself. I just need to get back into the routine.
Jul 03, 09:23AM PDT | 3 cheers | 0 comments
So, the plan was to go to some of the local shelters and take a look at the adult cats. There was never really any question – there are too many cats that need homes, and kittens… well, they’re pretty easy to find homes for.
That was the plan.
That wasn’t what actually happened. What happened was: I was offered a chance to take a look at a litter that was ready to go. And… well, the temptation proved a little too great. There is now a tiny little ball of black fluff trying to murder the curtains. She doesn’t have a name yet; I’m still getting to know her. (I’m leaning toward either Lucy or Olive, but given her ability to find all the impossible-to-clean nooks and crannies in my apartment, she seems to be campaigning for ‘Dusty.’)
It’s strange. I said I was ready for a new cat, but… I wasn’t expecting it to happen so quickly. A few days ago, this was all theoretical – I was making plans, but I didn’t have any sort of timeline in mind. All of a sudden, I’ve got a new kitten. And exciting as it is, as much fun as it is, I’m feeling kind of melancholy, too. I miss Tasha. There’s still a part of me that can’t imagine having a cat that isn’t her.
But it’s good. I feel a little better about it every day. It won’t be long before I can’t imagine not having this little one around, either.
Jun 25, 11:18AM PDT | 8 cheers | 2 comments
I miss having a cat around. It’s been a little more than a year since Tasha died; she was one of those amazing, once-in-a-lifetime pets, and I still miss her terribly. But… I’m past the worst of it. I’m at the point now where I can think about getting another cat without feeling sad, or worrying that I’ll just compare the new cat to Tash.
I’m ready.
Jun 14, 04:43AM PDT | 7 cheers | 8 comments
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