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Jul. 13th, 2025 09:04 pmRough day today. Missing Qua a lot. Missing having a friend to come home to a lot.
Friday I stopped by Cat Depot and put in an application to be a volunteer. Hoping to hear from them this week. I also took a peek inside the shelter just to get an idea of what things are like there now. Still a very nice set up, they have these cool bed-shelf things that screw into the walls around each little mini shelter. The cats can literally be sleeping on the walls when you walk by them. They've got bird tv, lots of climbing toys and cubbies to chill in, and I think a catio outside. I reckon they'll give me the whole run down whenever I meet with their volunteer coordinator.
So funny looking at their kids reading to cats program advert. None of these folks here have any idea what rock I crawled out from under, or what a hard time their bitch of a (former) director gave me when I first came in with my blanket and books to read to the cats back in '09. I wonder if they still have the books I left there. On Cat Mountain, and one about gargoyles. I'm curious to see. I hope they have a lot of wear.
I made slutty eyes at a lot of the cats there, which amused some of them. None seemed like they had an immediate urge to seek me out, which was fine. They had several voids, one big handsome panther man, two young brothers, and a passel of void kittens. I don't know if I'm going to find a cat or cats at the shelter, or if the Cat Distribution System will drop someone into my lap on the street.
It's comforting to think about the places a cat could fit or the things a cat might do when I look at my room. Will they be a cuddle bug like Qua? Will they catch palmetto bugs and play fetch, like Ish? Will they be a horrible monster, like IZA? Will they be a full blown deity like Cleo? Will they chase my feet under a blanket? Will they run up to me and go bapbapbap and run off again? Will they like kisses and for me to sing to them the way Qua did? Someone posted a picture of them kissing their cat on the head, and I just fucking lost it. I wanted to kiss my Qua a million times they way I would do, and sing him his song the way he liked.
I still sing his song all day every day. I still take two Benadryl and three beta blockers to get to sleep at night. It's been almost two weeks, and I still cry every goddamn day. This would be a lot less painful if I had cat access. Hopefully that's not too far off.
Friday I stopped by Cat Depot and put in an application to be a volunteer. Hoping to hear from them this week. I also took a peek inside the shelter just to get an idea of what things are like there now. Still a very nice set up, they have these cool bed-shelf things that screw into the walls around each little mini shelter. The cats can literally be sleeping on the walls when you walk by them. They've got bird tv, lots of climbing toys and cubbies to chill in, and I think a catio outside. I reckon they'll give me the whole run down whenever I meet with their volunteer coordinator.
So funny looking at their kids reading to cats program advert. None of these folks here have any idea what rock I crawled out from under, or what a hard time their bitch of a (former) director gave me when I first came in with my blanket and books to read to the cats back in '09. I wonder if they still have the books I left there. On Cat Mountain, and one about gargoyles. I'm curious to see. I hope they have a lot of wear.
I made slutty eyes at a lot of the cats there, which amused some of them. None seemed like they had an immediate urge to seek me out, which was fine. They had several voids, one big handsome panther man, two young brothers, and a passel of void kittens. I don't know if I'm going to find a cat or cats at the shelter, or if the Cat Distribution System will drop someone into my lap on the street.
It's comforting to think about the places a cat could fit or the things a cat might do when I look at my room. Will they be a cuddle bug like Qua? Will they catch palmetto bugs and play fetch, like Ish? Will they be a horrible monster, like IZA? Will they be a full blown deity like Cleo? Will they chase my feet under a blanket? Will they run up to me and go bapbapbap and run off again? Will they like kisses and for me to sing to them the way Qua did? Someone posted a picture of them kissing their cat on the head, and I just fucking lost it. I wanted to kiss my Qua a million times they way I would do, and sing him his song the way he liked.
I still sing his song all day every day. I still take two Benadryl and three beta blockers to get to sleep at night. It's been almost two weeks, and I still cry every goddamn day. This would be a lot less painful if I had cat access. Hopefully that's not too far off.