Thank you guys for answering I feel feeling like a more mildly less crazy person than I already am (did I mention this rescue was bottle fed, and is a diluted siamese with white eyes and... more adorableness than legally possible... i've never rescued a cat because of color
they pick me... and often thems... well they are the jewel of my eyes so of course they couldn't be cuter).
((non)) Sigh... it's amazing how we female creatures love something to love/protect. I know if anyone LOOKED at my cats wrong I'd.... I dunno.. try to look all intimidating and then beat them up.
Being animal is so hard.
((Rg2))
I'm SO GLAD to know other people are dealing with this maternal stuff too. IT's AGUST... isn't breeding season over?
And I can understand being a teacher would make it very excusing
HAve you gotten a class pet or anything? One that each kid gets a turn to take over for the weekend? I cook for my offspring now
they eat a lot of raw meet, raw greens and kibble more expensive than any pair of jeans I've bought in 6 years for 35#.
Hhehe Thank you for now knowing what's wrong with me
I keep doing a great job with my cads... it's just I can't get rid of the "jokers" (cat cards). I just worry T would be so ashamed, but they renew my life a lot I just want a STOPPING point. I had 1 cat, 1 dog for 2 years, then 2 cats for 1 year. I'm very happy with them. Too many drive me nuts becauseI need alone time.
I love the ask for forgiveness than permission saying
I just don't want to hurt and sweet babies in the process. My soul is tied to animals... I'd know if it was bad. And my current babies... especially the old grumpy man will let me know who he approved and disproves of immediately. My little girl will sleep on top of them.
I TOTALLY WOULD let them sleep withme. They just don't. These are Cat's cats... they follow cats vibes... they stay within 3ft of me always, sometimes sit at my desk. Sometimes come by for a scratch. But in my bedroom they start lifelessly at me from the doorway, or on my dresser, or on the end table beside me. When they eventually want food, the little kid will make muffins on my neck and the old man will find my bladder and start working his magic