Theoretical bah
Yeah, I know one of the stages of grief is anger. No matter how much I know it’s normal to get mad about losing two cats within 6 months, I’m still really freaking pissed off. I’m mad, who can I sue?
On the other hand, I’m afraid to let Maddie go too long without another cat to keep her company. There’s a lady in Houston who has 3 bluepoint Siamese boys. I’ve had a male bluepoint since Caesar, who we got in 1978, and Gus, who I got in 1990. I’ve been thinking about the kitten thing since Gus died in January and had planned on getting one if one of the girls died. However I know it’s going to mean a few weeks of cat fights and probably pee on the bed and getting-to-know-yous with the kitten. I called several different breeders tonight, and one of them nearly talked my ear off without letting me get a word in edgewise. “Your last cat was also a bluepoint male? Well you know you’re not going to be able to replace him, blah blah blah”. No duh lady, I’ve been around cats since I was born. They’re all different. Yeah, I wanted a carbon copy of my dead cat because I just can’t move on in life and I’m dumb enough to think I’ll get one.
Told hub that I really appreciated him burying my cats for me, but I sure am tired of watching him do it. Do you know I’ve never had a cat die of old age? Feline leukemia, FIV, heart attack, hit by car, kidney failure, stolen, ran away. ‘Course most of those options are erased now that I refuse to allow them outdoors. Still. Maybe I shouldn’t have cats. Who knows.