In a little over an hour, I’ll need to head out to meet a nice lady named Evangeline so I can figure out my finances – a result of several months of contemplating my future, a future that involves a shitload of house repairs and the comfort of my family. It’s become clear that my savings account won’t be able to cut it, and my current time deposit account is…a shaky arrangement (I’d rather not get into that, as it’s complicated). It’s also become clear that if I want to someday leave the corporate life (which I don’t right now, but might at some point in the distant future), I need to get my economic affairs in order.
Like most people living in a capitalist society rife with inequity, the subject of money tends to make me extremely nervous. And when I’m nervous, I tend to brainfart. I brainfart in the most embarrassing ways. My family can confirm this, and so can many of my close friends. In fact, I’m pretty sure that a good number of my weird nerve-inspired non-sequiturs have offended them (but that’s probably my imagination getting to me). That, in turn, makes me even MORE nervous. I don’t want to say stupid things in front of a stranger who’s supposed to help me with MONEY. We’re supposed to be on serious business. I can’t make offhand comments about prostitution (don’t ask).
With this scary thing looming over me, I’ve turned to the only thing that has consistently calmed me down:
Yes, it’s cats. Specifically, heartwarming cat stories care of LoveMeow. I’m sure cat lovers like me will agree that it’s difficult to be terrified when you’re looking at teeny kittens cuddling with huge horses, or amazing animal rescues.
So until I need to leave, I’ll keep peeking at these stories to keep my nerves in check.
My pets are, technically, the FAMILY PETS – which basically means that they aren’t mine exclusively. Still, I love them to bits and think of them as mine. 🙂
The pets in question are CATS; and officially, we have three of them – the ones designated as “indoor” cats. In reality, the number of animals that we feed at any given time is closer to TWENTY. I can’t list all twenty cats here, so for the sake of my and yours, I’ll just have to limit this list to the kitties that stay INSIDE our home.
So wanna meet our feline family members?
I’ve talked about Itim/Ninja before. He’s the darling boy who likes playing fetch, and the cat whose photo is very difficult to take. My sister saw him on a street when he was extremely young and, because it was clear that he was alone, picked him up. She was worried that he’ll have trouble getting nutrition. Then he ate EVERYTHING. He’s our heaviest house cat.
Davi is also a stray, and is the most NEUROTIC of the cats we have – which is why she can never be an “outside kitty”. Mind you, it’s not all her fault. We took her to this one vet to get spayed, and it turns out that he didn’t take out ALL the bits he should have. This means that the poor girl still goes into heat (even though she can’t get pregnant). She doesn’t like touching, unless she initiates it.
Curiosity is our oldest cat. Truth be told, we never actually had house cats until she showed up as a kitten in our front lawn, ingratiated herself to us by HISSING at everyone, and then getting herself run over by a car the moment we decide that she’s healthy enough to survive with other cats. Not-so-smart she may have been, but she’s a champion purrer.