Wednesday afternoon. I just read Parting with a Pet, and I am crying my eyes out, thinking how horrible it would be to have to put either of my beasts down. Dave, with his wide blue eyes, and Abby, the nubian princess with almond shaped eyes of the ripest green...they are my children. Yes, I am that pathetic! I know that Dave is rotten around anyone except my ex husband and I, particularly so to any men I've ever brought home. (Thinking about it, though, he was right about all of them. Hmmm.) I know that Abby is still too skittish to let me hold her. I don't care. They are my loving companions and they rely on me to take care of them and keep them safe, and that's just what I intend to do. Sometimes I worry about what would happen to them if something happened to me. I know it's terribly morbid and a little weird to be worrying about that, but I do. I also worry that if I end up relocating to the southeast to be with C, the travel and transition will be too much for my babies and they will suffer and never be the same sweet kitties again.

Honestly, it's probably a really good thing that I've never had any human children.


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