In the meantime, rather than posting more of the Depression Diaries, I'll show you pictures of my new cat.
More here.
Yes, this is number three, yes I'm aware that I'm walking on a ledge alongside Crazy Cat Lady Canyon, yes you can shut up now.
His name is Miles, he's cute but completely fucking bonkers.
I have to go now, I have to tend to the fresh scratches on my scalp. Seems someone likes to sleep on my head.
2 comments:
Cats are therapeutic. It's my opinion that you get to have something like five of them before you become a Crazy Cat Lady.
But you do automatically become one if you do something like go to a grocery store and by 36 cans of cat food and a bag of lentils, thereby earning you That Look from the cashier that automatically brands you a Crazy Cat Lady. (In my defense, I had already shopped for the week, but I forgot to buy canned cat food. And lentils. But I will never forget that look. "Holy shit, she's living on lentils so she can feed canned food to her 36 cats!")
I hope the "tools at your disposal" make you feel better. Depression just sucks.
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